A Feral Creature Called ''Love''
crushed, wrecked, and shook
like a ceramic doll I fall
headlong and deep, deep
into the violent stream
of fear--fear that flows, flows
like a hurried river
into the tributaries of my
fearful heart which
trembles and quakes at the
watery inundations of its
rippled waves; flooded
and overflowed with
fears and unmoved by
promises that deceive
with a caress I take refuge
and secret repose
in a thing more wild, in a
thing more bloodthirsty,--
a feral creature called "love,"
whose kiss is a fatal bite!
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