Frogged

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,

someone real.

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.