She grabs me by my eyes.
Blinded by her beauty I try to find her,
but she has me in her right hand.
Yelling her name to let me see her,
I taste her thumb in my mouth and
the garbled question arises,
"what am I doing?"
She tastes like pennies.
I begin to trust her.
I allow her to take me.
She allows me to take her,
and I embrace her softly and
she tightens her grip.
She makes it for my heart.
The little pressure on my chest grows,
it becomes hard to breath.
It grows, I am confused.
With one final force she puts her foot up on my sternum and leaps back,
tearing off nose,
my incisors,
letting my eyes droop toward the floor.
All I can see are the shoes of the other she held with her left.