I let her.

Take over.
Her.

The one who tells me no, you can’t do that
The one who tells me to run, it will never work
The one who says you are being a fool, being made a fool
The one who tells me I am and will forever be alone
So she can have me all to herself
Lead the life of pain she lusts for

The one who waits, hiding, lurking
An evil cat, with eyes glowing,
Ready to pounce.

Pounce on the morsel that I let slip through the break in the fence
The fence I had put up to keep her out
The fence is broken, I broke it
Kicked it, punched it, in weakness

The scent draws her in, like any wild animal
She senses it, knows it is hers for the taking
If she just waits

And she can wait, till the moment is right
The moment she can cause the most damage
The most hurt
The most pain
To her owner, her keeper, her prey
To me

She wants to eat me alive
Tear me limb from limb
Then, she can finally say she won
With my tail hanging out of her feline mouth
My blood in a happy trail down her feral chin

She knows that once she licks that morsel
Gets it’s taste in her mouth
She has won
There are more morsels, feasts
Wild frenzied banquets at which she is the honoured guest

She licks her lips
She raises her hind quarters
The tall grasses of my psyche hiding her
From others, from me

Then, it comes
The morsel
The patience, the wait
Is over

She pounces
Scalpel claws hold me down
Cutting, deep, holding me firmly
I resist, momentarily
It is futile, she is strong
She has her wiles
That I cannot overtake

Her prey, taken by her
So easily
So so easily, yet again

A victory, won with ease

She spits out my tail
Grooms herself, licking her paws clean
A demon smirk upon her feline lips

I am powerless
Sitting in her belly
Waiting, hoping she spits me out
The battle won, the war not yet over

My defenses down
I am weak
I must rest
Regain strength
In the womb-like tomb of her belly
Dark and damp

Alone