putting on lipstick redder

than the sunburnt flesh

of those above her,

shading in cold

eyelids darker purple

than sea organs slated

to be ingested

up there too

 

readying herself

amongst the kelp,

slithering her bouncy

breasts on seabed

floor

in crawling her resolute sense

of contractual abuse

nearer to her naive victim

princess in pursuit

 

she remembers suddenly:

her medicine for ADHD

is ready at the pharmacy,

and she needs sensitivity toothpaste too—

 

she’ll pick some up on her way

across atlantic avenue

before they close at 6;

then better equipped

with concentration

and mint scrubbed tongue and gums,

her evil can continue—

flippers traded in for

mute mouthed runs