No Lady's Mouth

How dare you!
I should be insulted:
"What are you" is what you imply.
What are you?
Invader!

But I cut you pieces
with my scissor-mouth dripping honey.
I broke your heart
with my flashing dark eyes.

The iron wheels of my stomach
grind up bitter metals
and heave them backward - upward -
into the light
I spit: one single, shining, glimmering blade.

You are halved.

I turn on my heel,
and leave you,
bleeding.