Femme fatale


glistening with a hue

and meaning

only found after midnight.



out stretched,

a milky smoothness

against whatever

ailments you wish cured.



a silhouette,

both hushed and severe,

trailing along her path

never questioning her

destiny or the stories

waiting to unfold.


This creature

with her arms open–

an invitation you

have no strength to reject.


This myth,

her wiles and

eyelash flutters

compiling the murmurs

and glances exchanged

down at the local pub.


This goddess,

ethereal and eternal

in her poise and confidence–

her ability to see through

your lies,

leaving you begging for

the honor of punishment.


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