Perhaps I was once Artemis
Goddess of the Hunt
The ultimate virgin
Whole without a man

Independent and free
I lived in the woods
And commanded the hounds
To tear you to pieces

But no longer willing
To play the hunter
I am fated to always be your prey
Wounded in the underbrush

I wait for you to carry me home,
Peel away my soft skin
That you so desire...
Can you see me beneath it?

A heart still beating
Despite your best efforts
To quell the pounding
In your head

Let me forever haunt you
Like one of those Poe stories
You read in high school
And laughed nervously about in the halls

Š1999 Kim Shaver

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