This one


There’s something in his scent,

The way his skin feels on mine.

It’s in his smile and the way his eyes are shifty.

 Makes me uneasy,


Then he speaks,



Steady, relevant conversations,

All the right syllables,

But the subtext is suspect,

Do you hear it?

Hidden beneath the chatter?

Like the slithering of a snake,

He’s saying,

“I’m dangerous, I’m wicked,

I know you see me.”

It inspires a shiver,

Of warning.

This one will do things if left unseen,


This one is a mystery,

Calling you.

But this one is a thing,

You can’t bear to let near you.

©Michelle Toussaint, All rights reserved


About Michelle Toussaint

Michelle Toussaint is an Antiguan who has amassed an Associate Degree in Science Education as well as a Diploma in Forensic Science. As such, she Teaches Science in the classroom as well as at home, where she co-leads The Tribe. A merry band comprising her Husband-The Chief, herself-The Priestess, and her three precocious children- the tribesmen. When she isn’t mothering, teaching, being a fangirl or feeding her chocolate addiction. She writes two blogs. Random_Michelle and Death By Expectations. View all posts by Michelle Toussaint

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