• There is a glow between my legs

    that acts like the pearl of a Anglerfish.
    Tempting and snagging men
    who happen to explore these caverns.

    My fingers direct the play
    as I puppet him like a little mermaid,
    snagging the seaweed around his neck
    and making a gallows from my ankle.

    His eyes glow under the water sunlight
    cornflower blue and I ride them like a sting-ray,
    letting those acid dreams poison the depths
    with sandy crucifixions being washed away.

    "Shall I give you my voice?" he gasps
    "No," I coo, "put salt on the wound."