Sphinx.

She was sand
And ferocity
Enticing my curiosity.
‘Two sisters’

She said
With slinky pearl -
For flagrant eyes;
Two little girls,
Her Ivory slaves.

‘One gives birth’
Said the tomb
‘To the other,
From her womb’. 

And the riddle
 Concluded thus
‘From the other,
Births the first.’
 
And I knew
If I were to fail
Her terror jaw
And thick, firm claws
Would make me submit
To proud Anubis’s
Lusty maw. 

Grimoire lips
Trembled as
She shakes her mane
And the dirt
Winces.
‘Answer quickly,’
She implores.
Her drippy senses:
Suicide amore. 

‘Day and Night’
I replied
As grimy vomit
Filled her lungs 

The human mouth
Expelled so swiftly:
The rocky guts;
Her capacity.

Then her lips
Shrunk away from each other
Like a solar eclipse: 

In an act of
Compulsory distress.
Till nothing remained
But a grotesque mess.