You watch my mouth as I speak. My mouth, the innocence of my soft lips and the gap between my front teeth; my teeth could tear out your throat, rip flesh from your lips. My words could do worse. I could destroy you, wrench your heart, infect your soul.1
Save me, save me, save me
Your hand reaches out in the dark sea.
Your hand. The thick, smooth flesh of your palm undoes me. A warmth spreads through my chest. Your hands are to you what you are to me.2
When I devour you, I will leave you your hands.
~A.M. Troester, Predator or Prey (A Siren’s Hymnal)
1 . Do you miss your name in my mouth?
2 . ‘Herr God, Herr Lucifer’