NINE TAILS, TWO BREASTS
the seductress with cherry stained lips, a sharp skeletal frame and charcoal fluttering eyes,
holding the forbidden apple, with tangy and tart trails from the lips of those who dare to bite.
the women in tales reduced from a glittering sugar to a sickly caramel caricature
our tempting energies slip through the male aperture,
leaving our minds behind.
nine tails, two breasts, one silky head of hair,
a scaly fish appendage for added flair,
leather jackets, eyes void of light and a penchant for souls without a care,
or a set of milligram minature wings and a leaf for a dress would fare.
no matter how monstrous,
all they want is
a body for them to fantasise,
a justified guise in a succubus can arise.
bloody hands cupping a cherub’s smiling cheeks,
a glint in the unblinking cat eye and subtle sharpened fangs.
with all the power and yet, none of the glory,
emboldened with mythical command and magical stories,
serving man's desires while holding a memento mori.
This work was submitted to the White Lily Society for the limited time submission prompt “fairytales”
Amelia E, 23, London. @ameliaa.ela on Instagram. A couple poems published in university magazines, but most hidden in my notes folder.
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