tension coiled 
          acid lurch 
          fingers scrabble 
          seeking purchase 
          on the ledge. 
          Should I let go 
          and feed the beast 
          tearing it as it tears me. 
          a uniting dichotomy. 

          Hold its mouth open wide 
          grunting, forcing flesh inside 

          welcomed pressure 
          gulping grin 
          blood for blood 
          skin on skin 

          but lust, (its colour red) 
          is never sated, never rests 
          even though the Beast is fed 



            next?