one love, oddly enjoys the taste of her own blood
one lover whose sharpened talons dig deeper than she ever thought she could go.
one love clutching tight for survival,
without a care for her safety,
the warmth of embrace brings a comfort she\'s never known
as the warm crimson blood drips from her breast
and splatters to the floor below
her lips start to get cold
with dizzyness, the embrace feels less like a hug,
and more like a crushing maw
so she pushes away from the warmth
as she struggles for freedom
just to breathe
the panic sets into her body, she flails her clumsy limbs and wrenches her numb body free, slippery blood surges from the wounds in her chest
suddenly unrestrained, she slips
and falls
on this delicate bird
with the crunch of hollow bones,
her kin rejoice
as a horrible harpy is slain
so with lonely wails and cries as all the other birds fly by, she collects a feather to keep and she buries that beast where nobody can disturb
now she\'s stained with the blood she once loved to indulge in, with a flavor that tastes like a nightmare she lived
and all the other birds, with their soft, gentle talons, feel dull when she feels their embrace
and without her long and sharp claws, they can\'t fill the spaces, they can\'t reach the places the harpy once did
so a girl tastes her blood to remember
the warmth of a monster she loved