The feeling

haunts me

time and time again.

I feel it as it’s coming

like a scent upon the wind.

Like wind across the predator

wafts out to warn the prey.

So likewise all I know and feel

screams, “turn and run away!”

But something deep inside me

in a way I can’t explain,

finds pleasure in the desecration,

need inside the pain.

So, mind and heart...

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