The Lake
White moon,
Crickets,
No wind.
The girl looked out upon the lake
And thought she saw a snake
Slide in.
Her demons sat by the shore sipping coffee
and building sand castles she could hide in.
“Want a bite?”
Oh God
She was so hungry for
thick tongue
groan
salt skin.
touch touch touch
Now it’s
green water rising
over ripe nipples.
past her shoulders
up to her chin.
She walked into that lake willingly.
She followed him in.
She followed him in,
unsatisfied until she learned
how to swim.
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