i've never written anything catchy
but i always write in ink

squeaky sugar coated teeth
that coating
nagging
reminding you
of all the bad things you ate
the bad things you put in your mouth
you can feel those
bad decisions
eating away at your enamel

maybe you deserve to let your teeth rot
you weak worthless
spineless, toothless
coward
you lamb in a wolf suit

let your teeth all fall out
who will be scared of you then?

i seem to have abandoned poetic metaphor
in favor of basic simple boring complaints
easily & fully understood; no secrets from me
good news: no need for a translator

she is naked among the wolves
their coarse fur brushing scratching
her fragile weak skin
she is at the center of them, of their
writhing, wriggling mass
they never stop moving, their paws
pounding the soft dirt & leaves
they jump & crawl & dance around her
bright eyes, sharp black claws, big teeth,
& breath like carnivores

noun | pen·e·tra·tion |\pe-nə-ˈtrā-shən\
1) the act of going through or into something: the act of penetrating something
2) an ability to understand things clearly and fully*

if you penetrate their body
without entering their mind
you aren't really all the way in

his desire makes me feel like a goddess
i see it in his eyes when he looks at me
he wishes he could touch me
but he doesn't know if i'd let him
i know he is trying to pull me closer
but he's a little scared of me too
that's why he wants me in handcuffs

i built a maze of boxes in my head
in which to house the monsters
that dwell under my bed

at night i open up the cages
& let the demons breathe,
i like to play with them sometimes
but never ever set them free

maybe i could **** them
but i've never really tried
even though they're often scary
i think i'd miss them if they died