venus trap

written in a particularly dry time. I felt every word of it. I didn't even know how right I was when I wrote it. Just now, reading it again, I realize I was just preparing myself for a great love story, that still keeps me on my toes when I think of it.

I was a Venus Trap. You died inside me.
It's time to rearange my colors and smell the new pray.
I will chase the fantasy this time. until I smell blood.
my tentacles will hug an idea. to death.
Soldier ready to fight.
Killer ready to play.
Woman ready to love.
Here I stand.