by James Dugger
Storm clouds form in the distance
like earthquakes form mountains.
Thunderheads lead to flashes,
Light snaps, and a steady fall
rushes downward – drumming
a familiar beat.
She arrived wet, slippery
with lips of honey, and She
lay upon the damp sand.
Her voice sang out – men rushed
with crazed desire
to grab hold.
She ate them all,
gnawed their bones,
then slipped back
into the sea.
Beauty is skin deep,
and evil creeps
the bones.
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