Great White

Sharp, spikey, shark. Teeth, a line of keys Opening up your chest of purity. The eyes: soulless, Following every curve, Tainting the nail that drips from my fingertips. Their fins Caressing your sweet cheeks, removing the sugar. They splash Sea salt in our eyes To blind us from the foul night. Foul night, shoulders, breath Every stinking whisper rides Caressing every swollen goosebump. They create a ring of ripples Carelessly making waves In silence. And it’s the silence that hinders. For in the ignorance of night No-one hears, Sees A predator on the prowl. Does Nothing. It is their thoughts that disgust me most of all. Their fantasies Of princesses and fingers. I wear the crown of vulnerability Above my virgin face, That leaves every towel gleaming white. They smell blood, Reduced to desire, Their fins rising higher Along my dainty skirt, Snatching the material Like it’s theirs to take. Red plagues the water, But their hands are clean. And I? I’m done.