Teeth

Shells of a cave wall glisten through the exposed opening.
Rooted in the surface to delight in the action of consuming.
Sharp to pierce the ingredients at will.
Dull just slightly enough to crush all opponents to mush.

“My Peasant, I see the smile as thoughts of me become portraits.”
“My Peasant, I wait here for you to come close.”
“My Peasant, I will distract your mind from the fields of flowers.”
“My Peasant, I will sink my teeth deep into your tissues.”

Her teeth attached to my thoughts at first sight.
Her mandible chewed up all values.
Her ivory drew blood in my travels of the day.
Her fangs found the streams of red and white friends for transportation.

“My Peasant, I see your desire but why do you fight me?”
“My Peasant, I am your god please do not walk away.”
“My Peasant, I will kill you for denying me.”
“My Peasant, I am your jealous god.”

F*ck off Angie