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.
Copyright © Chloe Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
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