paranoia

walks on tiptoes; an arachnid of sorts 

with ballet legs and great white jaws sinks its

teeth beside the collar of your jacket,

unfastening the buttons to expose

a healthy beat beat beat but the shame creeps 

in, carressing a bare torso, looking;

searching for the fat in which to feast.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

That seem to be what’s going around lately, nice work.