Monday, July 13, 2009

Haunted twice over

by a past
that stalks her,
a phantom jaguar
on the hunt,

Fangs to pierce
the jugular,
strangle, gurgle,
sink into the spine,
cracking the body numb,

Slow, suffocating
grip of the jaws,
nostrils breathe
a lullaby
as she descends.

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