a poetic prose
i regret doing that. giving my body to you. i shouldn’t have. no matter how good it felt, no matter how good i know it would still feel. no, i shouldn’t have. i knew it then, but i really know it now. i took off my glasses so that it would be easier to mistake you for a lighthouse. i was in awe of your stature and how you stood with your bright eyes beaming. the girl in me knew nothing of sirens. your song still haunts my dreams, and our storm is long gone. you sang so well i did not realize you stood so still to hide your wings. you were planted just deep enough to hide your talons. your golden fangs blinded me from seeing your beady eyes. yet, i still imagine you anchored beside me. still long to let the beastie inside of me be devoured by you. because in truth i am more monstrous than i’d like to admit.
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