It's all a sham...
Succubus!
Incubus!
Pulling in and
Gripping tight
With charms
And sweet delight
Only to crash down
To bare minimal
Just getting by
Molding and shaping
A perfect specimen
Anterior motives
Same old same
End game
Death and destruction
Reigning down
That crash and burn
Burnt lungs with
A sour taste.
Omnipresent control
About the Creator
Nikki Michelle
I am 36 this year and an ever-evolving writer in progress. I have a half-finished novel - that could potentially become a series...? So many changes have occurred in the past 3 decades. Just tryin to find my voice. Love and light always!
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