The Inhabitant

Here again he surfaces
From the depths below sundown
With unnerved pleading dilated
Eyes pooled red
Remnants of broken vessel

Upon the body
He perches
Calling for a drip drip drip
Of soul
Enough to fuel the tread through the dark
Until the light renews

No reason
Or fortitude of spirit
The ceaseless pleading haggling mewling

Open the spigot
Relent the vein

The gleaming imp vows
Leniency for the coming days
An appetite
Without measurable floor

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