She prowls, eyes empowering
her intent of devouring
that one weak-minded of the herd
the one that had not heard
the danger in her purr
Soon to become meal for her
That mouth so easy to get lost in
No way out
Search exhaustive for release from her bite
The white stalactites
Ivory lock tight stalagmites
Up go nights
As down fall lives
This cave, a snare
Once it is upon you, escape is rare
To procure her prey,
These technicolor polish claws
Lustered with blood lustrous or
some many that had not got away
These gracefully 2 inch stilletto paws
Even if resistance could be mustered
The sheer power in those legs
Cowardice, fear and plague
The pressure they generate, causes hesitation
The powerless peers, victims of fate
Caught by camouflage epidermal disguise
Plotting to mirage the internal appetite
As she ingests this guys self-loathing
They are consumed by this huntress
Doomed to be punished
By the purveyor of craven consumption
Surveyor of disability and dysfunction
She feeds on it
Sensing their reaction to her
Decrepifying decrees
That roar that says she's
granting sweet mercy for in exchange for free eats
That come with being forsaken
Taken in to her lips to be digested
by her pride
To die invested,
employed as fuel
Enviving, as she is imbibing, with energy she can use
to continue the Krebs cycle
Protein from her bite'll
steel her with another meal
The appeal of peeling them
In twain, her brain satisfied
At her bountiful hunt, gratified
With all the life she's lobotomized
Those glass bottle brown, bottomless eyes
Powerful body
This prowessed palace
Stands as a monument of carnivores
A mysterious, crypsis covered core
With lips hiding a cage trap of incisors
They'll die to get inside her pink puzzle box maw
As this lying lioness of the concrete savannah
That masticates on magistrates, magnates
So that she can validate her now vacant faith in love
Both, predator and prey, salivates as self-respect vacillates
On the urban feeding ground we call a night club
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