Thighs tangled they lay twisted,

parched by stars

and too long nights

drawing into too long days.

He spoke of candy.

Called her sugar, sweet.

Made her feel brittle,

caramel cooked too long.

He was slick,

slipping in with ease

to find a core,

something central

to nibble,

erode.

She fought.

Broke.

Snapped.

Then glued the broken pieces back.

This is my response for the second prompt list by Inspiration Call: Creative Talents Unleashed and could almost be a follow up to my response ‘Three Exits Past Memory Lane’ for the third prompt list.