I wanted the fairy tale
although I don't pretend to be a princess.
I long ago learned to rescue myself.
I passed over so many amphibious suitors,
looking for the one;
neither prince nor knight,
but someone to relish the sunset,
I should have recognized the taste
of flies on your lips,
foul and forked.
I spelled eyes to see what wasn't there.
I forgot my feet as your tongue
oozed its sticky words.
Awakening, at last,
to your tongue thrust,
to your slime oozing off my chin.
There are no happy endings.
Find it here.