De Wolf / Sedate

De Wolf / Sedate

A Poem by C Peril

No matter the niceness, something in
my spirit is froth and fang, foam and rage...
no matter the eloquence I muster on the page, 
I need to find an outlet depraved 
As the sins which I'm currently planning 
how to atone for, corrupt more
Black as hide, hideously tried to bite 
the not-so-innocent whimperer  
Came at her with claws and jaws, upending 
natural laws, defiling, deriding the pleasure
which I take, wrapping round like a snake, 
suffocating my prey. Sedate. 

© 2023 C Peril


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Added on May 13, 2023
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C Peril
C Peril

GY, Humberside, United Kingdom



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Creeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..

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