Bobette Bryan's Poetry
The Devil
Now that you've tasted blood,
are you satisfied?
Is that how it works?
I'm tired of this,
tired of thinking about it,
tired of closing my eyes
and seeing your shadow.
You think I left you,
but you left way before I did.
And when you did,
you took everything from me
and tossed me in a cage
full of tigers.
And yet, that wasn't enough.
You still wanted blood.
I understand now that
what we were
will never be again.
I don't care anymore.
The tigers can have me,
and the Devil can have you.
© 2010 Bobette Bryan
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