I gorge on their succulent and juicy flesh
To satisfy my thirst
And live another night
To fly free with the wind
Across the campos and barrios
Till daybreak’s repose.
I hunt alone
Stalking the mean streets of Tijuana
Waiting for them to slip
Down the desolate desperate alley cuts
To a home which never comes.
Instead my gift -
a bloodied oblivion
Or deliverance to the Lord of the Eternal Night.
5th February, 2018
© Sheila Ash, 2018
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