introduction or the sea anemone in me

You are called the flower of the sea. Alluringly luring and hiding in plain sight, vibrant as you are, plain as you are not at all. Comforting, sending out waves of that warm, tingling feeling of security. But delicate flower you are not, your hidden agenda, the secret of your core, it all means the crushing of all my bones. It means you eating me alive. Until I'm all gone, until I'm all yours.