Does it scare you?

When you walk in skirts

Revealing more than they hide

Flapping and Flying

Showing dainty lace and ribbon?

Does it scare you?

When you talk to a stranger

His eyes sleek and smooth

And tongue silver and smooth

Hands smoothing your bare skin?

Does it scare you?

When they say to be timid

Tender and lovely and innocent

Draped in flowers, bathed in moonlight

Skin a rippling shade of gold?

It wouldn’t

For he never felt the bloody wetness

Or tasted it’s coppery tint

Never strayed where I needed him

Or knew the prick of my petals

The boil of my moonglade

Rippling in ribbons of shame.