She is a Tidal Wave

She’s a heart throb
She makes the creatures of the world crawl and beg
For a piece of her to take home.

“Home
Is where the heart is,” she says,
“I’ve left mine there.
I venture
Amongst lost souls
As a guiding light
To take you back ‘home’
Only to devour you
Drink you until you are empty,
Until I am satisfied for another day.
My lips are red
Because I sip blood.
My hair is ebony
And darker than the cover of night.
My eyes are silver
Because the moon is trapped in them.
My teeth are white
And picked clean of your troubles.
I am a god
And you are nothing
But a grain of sand
To my tidal wave.”

SMNJ

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