Poem On: Day 9

Mawile (#303)

Then,

quite suddenly,

her face was gone,

and I was crushed

between dark steel jaws.

All of it was real:

the grotesque metal snap,

the ecstatic hammer-burn

of one consumed alive.

No time for denial,

sudden as the blush

of love a minute before

seeing her soft eyes,

her black hair, her proportion

tamed and elegant. No lesson

in those strong jaws. Only

her power. Why should a girl settle,

become a metaphor to teach boys,

when there are wonderful monsters

to be?