Your smile spreads
a sickle of ivory
Over your shadow for a face
Chewing into me
Even your gaze of lapis lazuli
Has teeth, Teasing and tempting
I'm so Hungry, and you look so pretty
Is my stomach aching from sickness
Or fleshly famine
What is this weakness
I am starving, salivating
At the thought of those teeth on my skin
I promise myself I won't be your prey
But I stay
You're so sweet when you're not seeking to stain me
I'll kill for you if you're willing to die for me
If you show me your scars
You can run your tongue over mine, feel how fresh they are
consuming and caging
Touch me, taint me
My smile spreads
a sickle of ivory
About the Creator
Phoebe Sunny Sheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, teen film critic and author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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Reusing the "smile spreads / a sickle of ivory" at the end was so impactful. Love this!