Power
November 12 — Power
She sat, waiting for her prey.
Leaves splayed, bright fuchsia, an open mouth.
Enticing like red berries all edible and enriching. But rather than nourishing the unsuspecting, she’s ensnaring those victims into her mouth. Green blades snapping shut, encasing the food to be digested.
There’s power in beauty.
Сайхан Бичээрэй!
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