They willingly violate the sanctity

of the Human Trust

They lust after your

thoughts

attention

body

soul

Now I can tell Donny where the love went

They consumed it               then expelled it

as excrement

They can paste your face onto the body of

any other being

Seeing little to no value in the

God in you

the part of you

that bears the unique epithet
of your soul

Quantity of flesh

Over quality of relationship

brings them to an uninspired climax

and eruption of detachment

           In opposition to spiritual attachment

they will never let you in

and are quick to see you out

Their appetite for spiritual cannibalism

cannot be quenched

cannot be convinced

to spare your life

So you best hold your life

In such high regard

they cannot reach it

and even if they seek it

It will be impalpable

to the forked

tongue

By Cynthia Mitchell a.k.a. Original Cyn ©