The Beauty and the Beast
by Lee Trice
The puddle reflected her smooth brown skin back at her, and she seemed to shine under
the somber street light. Her curly hair framed her face causing her to look like a lioness prowling
for her next victim. Her white teeth seem to shine under her full luscious lips that could make
any man swoon over her while she sucked his blood dry. Her voice was smooth luring sailors
away from their paths and crashing to their doom. The role of the predator she played all too
well, seducing men and leaving them to rot in their own sins. Pulling them from the affluence of
privilege and leaving them to weep in humbleness. Allowing them to follow their instincts
blindly into a trap that they would never see. Giving them the opportunity to believe that even for
a second they had control over her. She could never even fathom the idea of giving a man control
over her body because her body was a place of integrity. Her body was a place of home. Her
body was a temple. Her body was the place of revolution, reincarnation, and evolution. Her body
was the place of life. So, she played the role of the prey while waiting for her moment to pounce.
Her moment to shine. She strung him along as if he meant everything when in reality she was
playing a game. She was the succubus and him the naive victim falling into the trap. A trap that
he deserved. That he asked for. That he wanted. The Beauty was The Beast.
the somber street light. Her curly hair framed her face causing her to look like a lioness prowling
for her next victim. Her white teeth seem to shine under her full luscious lips that could make
any man swoon over her while she sucked his blood dry. Her voice was smooth luring sailors
away from their paths and crashing to their doom. The role of the predator she played all too
well, seducing men and leaving them to rot in their own sins. Pulling them from the affluence of
privilege and leaving them to weep in humbleness. Allowing them to follow their instincts
blindly into a trap that they would never see. Giving them the opportunity to believe that even for
a second they had control over her. She could never even fathom the idea of giving a man control
over her body because her body was a place of integrity. Her body was a place of home. Her
body was a temple. Her body was the place of revolution, reincarnation, and evolution. Her body
was the place of life. So, she played the role of the prey while waiting for her moment to pounce.
Her moment to shine. She strung him along as if he meant everything when in reality she was
playing a game. She was the succubus and him the naive victim falling into the trap. A trap that
he deserved. That he asked for. That he wanted. The Beauty was The Beast.