My Huntress

Where the wild things fall in love

By Iris ObscuraPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

Synth by Iris Obscura on Deviantart

Slither. Crawl. Scurry. Growl.

All take cover

as you prowl,

as I should have done.

Swoop. Glide. Snatch. Wail.

"Hush now, love,

no need to run,

this will be over soon—you won't survive."

Writhe. Thrash. Surrender. Cry.

Soft as dusk,

thick with musk,

undone—

and I'm yours to feast alive.

Are you after "polite?"

Stable?

This is the wrong place.

Looking for the kind of beauty that looks like it crawled out of a fluorescent supermarket at 2:13 am and somehow asked you about meaning.

Read on.

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