Lyrical Mania

Smile, all teeth.
White to yellow,
Comes with age.
Straight too,
Ruined,
Gaped,
Grin.

But then she sings;
She sells sea shells,
On the seashore.
The Epitome of Femininity.

Swiftly words fall,
Honey laced drip.
Turned violent, swirl.
Buzz,
Within,
Mind.

But then she sings;
She sells sea shells,
On the seashore.
The Epitome of Femininity.

Vice on arm.
Clasp of leg.
Sinewy mottled grip.
Weakness,
Flies,
Outward.

But then she sings;
She sells sea shells,
On the seashore.
The Epitome of Femininity.

Eyes.
Spliced with colour.
Sharpened by light.
Lift of chair.
Sink,
Descend,
Heaven.

But then she sings;
She sells sea shells,
On the seashore.
The Epitome of Femininity.

It comes closer:
End, Start.
Omega, Alpha.
Silver, White.
Strike.

But then she sings;
She sells sea shells,
On the seashore.

But then she sells.
Sea shells.
On the sea shore.

But she sells...
Sea shells...
The seashore...