Thermal updraft sucking things that soar <br />into the frozen vortex of thunderstorms. <br />faux angel, Mary Poppins Harpy. <br /> <br />You flash a peek of panties <br />at the horny brain-damaged men <br />while you mix their poison <br />for what your father, brother, husband <br />other woman’s husband did <br /> <br />Spirit cannibal, zombie soul, <br />empty vacuum with a faint scent <br />others mistake for substance. <br />I know the truth about you. <br /> <br />On her deathbed, wooing with double-talk <br />you assess her possessions <br />because you have a family to feed, <br />and she is old and will die anyway. <br /> <br />Hair trigger of destruction, imp of pain, <br />streetlights flicker off <br />because of your ionosphere. <br />Friend of those who tattoo <br />on their torsos pathways to a void. <br /> <br />In the depths of the cold and dark <br />there is a creature with a brilliant light, <br />all who see the light are drawn in, <br />and she devours them.<br /><br />K.C. Clarke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-devourer/
