Terror imagined

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Watching the child splash the cold surf,
I had a fleeting thought of last night when,
Drunk with vodka and sex I saw this very youth,
Wild eyed and hissing, upon your brown thighs.

She splashes with glee in her criss-cross suit,
Laughing at the surf tumbling on her fat thighs,
Time and again as it beats little alabaster legs,
But last night she hissed, eyes blazing red,

Teeth dripping with green puss as she glared,
Smiling hideously, whispering secret words,
Dripping from dead, blue lips like venom.
Fear had clutched my tired chest, sex was

So deep within my sleep emboweled.
Recoiling in the darkness, panick clutched
Hold as tightly as I had held your black mane,
As we grunted and I sweated onto your back

Before smelling your sex open up to me.
Sudden terror now bit me, naked with fear
I watched her bite your tan flesh
Like the flesh of a ripe mango and hiss

As she ate, daring me to move, to speak,
And suddenly I knew she was truth. An apparition,
Horrid, not dreamed.

I screamed in my head,
Sickness clutching my insides
Like an open wound.

Now, uneasily fidgeting against the sharp
Sun I instinctively wish the languid
Green waves will swallow her,
This laughing child devil.

Beneath the cry of gulls hungrily flapping.
You lie unaware of the danger,
She would have devoured
Your whole sex lest I not at last

Moved to shake your naked shoulder.
(You only groaned.)

All too familiar with my fears I lay
In damp fear, til dawn at last slunk
Slowly upon us,
(Why does light come so slowly to this world?)

And you turned to smile and instead
Frowned,
At my face of cold contempt.

Our Freudian night lives we share over
Coffee was gone. Cold fear. Even here.
Waves tipping, gulls screaming

Your words blurred in the breeze,
Carried away to God’s ears as she
Turned and plodded from blue foam,
Dragging her bucket of hearts,

Spleens and bloodied flesh,
Behind her toddling wet body.
Deep in my mind I knew her awful
Green teeth were meant for devouring,

My soul next.
Yet though I knew, I lay still
Watching you light your thin smoke,
Casually asking me for a refill

Not the least
Less beautiful
As last night in the darkness.
And the terror ran to her mother laughing.

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Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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