Fresh Meat

I don’t like this yearning and you put it here in just the right place.
Been so long I’ve forgotten how to grab the ropes to pull me out of this space.
You’ve been here time and time before
I am just another Sacrifice.
Fresh meat
until devoured and forgotten on the hotel kitchen floor.
Once entangled with lust it over runs me.
I’ve gotten better over the years
now I only quietly shed a tear.
As to never show you or him or her
life and years have blunted me with fear.
I wont be defeated
I never have been.
It hurts now but then I rise, I rise with high and might, into the hemisphere of the light
and you become nothing
but a memory of the night.