Scavenger


I know you....

I know your smell, your shape,
I have seen you in my nightmares, and memories.

You are the scavenger.

You are the taker, the picker of bones.

You are the thing that haunts battlefields
and bedrooms alike.

feeding on death, loss, and pain.

I know you,
I have heard of you,
from my mothers mother, and more.

You are immortal, and unending,
You are the downward spiral.

You are the irresistible force,
meeting my unmovable object.

and now I know your beauty,
I understand your necessity,
I know your kiss,

and with arms I think are open,
but are limp at my sides,
I welcome you.


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