The leering lake watches my alabaster thighs on the shore almost lasciviously. Beneath the textured surface of unforgiving water, a predator from the depths of the mundane is peckish and observing me thoughtfully. My mouth is closed by a pink plastic button. Beneath my short chartreuse shift I shiver. The lake calls to me like a jealous lover, watches me flirting my eyelashes at the flowers.
Miniature Moon 