Self Inflicted

It sleeps.

The beast is dormant.
Awaiting the warmth
Of the slightest touch
Of innocence.
It feeds
On your cowardice.
Don’t let the silence
Fool you,
There is violence
Repressed beneath
Its skin;
Looming in its
Deepest tissues.
It feels
Your timid footsteps
Falling on thin ice,
And spring has come.
Watch your step.
Don’t underestimate
Its speed.
Has made it strong.
It will hunt
It will chase
It will tear you apart
It will leave you
Bare bones bleeding
Nothing left
For the scavengers
Except the subtle
Scent of fear
Lingering on its lips.

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