The feeling
haunts me
time and time again.
I feel it as it’s coming
like a scent upon the wind.

Like wind across the predator
wafts out to warn the prey.
So likewise all I know and feel
screams, “turn and run away!”

But something deep inside me
in a way I can’t explain,
finds pleasure in the desecration,
need inside the pain.

So, mind and heart and faculty
drink of the traitor’s blood,
and render my will helpless
like a reed against the flood.

Then yet again I falter
for I now become as they.
The predator has full control…
I want to be the prey.