Windows

as she eats she kills
death becomes her
every cell, every movement fueled
her breath and the scent on it
when she looks at you
it is through eyes
fed on the dead
eyes that continue to hunger
stereoscopic vision
by millions of years honed for the hunt
predatory sight
fatal gaze
bred for conquest, consumption
for bread, to reap, sow
to stalk and slay
murder staring down the ages
the windows to the soul are bloodshot

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