TEETH, Sasha M. George
I saw the monster in you, sucked at his small claws, nipped at the silvery whip of his tail. I saw the monster in you and loved you despite it, in spite of it, because of it. Your mouth is weaponry and I kissed you with a soft tongue unarmoured. I am not entirely goodness either, I search our skin for scales. Let me in under your bed and I will show you darkness as it curves into light.