She Fell Among Us


She Fell Among Us

By Suzanna Tereyan

And she fell among us – hell.
That emptiness beneath her face,
irreverence of wretched mind,
the sip of Eros, taste of flesh devoured her -
all pale and soft.
But heavens! Please.
Let her forget the passion, zeal, all that she was,
have no remorse for wicked her,
split her apart to hear the fight,
make her repent, and cry, and beg, then…
love again, but only me, and no one else,
beyond the space, above the times,
just like before, please, make her mine!



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