You sense my desire,
primal urges attuned to my nocturnal hunt-
rapacious rows of teeth set to paralyze,
to devour, in one terrifyingly purposeful bite;
involuntary muscles designed to contract and hold every smooth surface,
every suggestive curve, until they yield, and become a part of me…
It is addictive, they say, riding these carousel horses-
a single circuit around and one can be nowhere else;
you drag me away, kicking, pleading, clawing…
“Just one more ticket,” I scream outright,
my death shriek waltzing with the airy mechanical music;
festive onlookers caught in mid stride gape, understand,
pity my plight…
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