Calypso
Slipping through my skin like sand with razor edges, cutting and slicing in miniature, as if I wouldn't notice; she's staring me down. Expectant, possibly panicked, but frozen in the empty space like glass; a sculpture. One glance at the sea of hazelnut in her eyes and my heart pumps once, twice, dies, and deteriorates. My mind no longer chases and clings to my weathered fantasies and frantic warnings. The flashing lights burnt out and left blurred dots in my vision, so now I stumble around squinting to glimpse my surroundings and tiptoe back to a lightless path. She flicks her eyes, piercing and reproachful, determined to tear me asunder with the viciousness of a tiger. Her skin is venemous, radiating sparks that entrance and rattle me. I know better than to approach her fragrant temptation, yet I find myself tumbling closer, towards the glimmering teeth and salient nails, disguised behind shining lips and soft fingertips, pulsing just below the skin; so familiar, so dangerous.