facing yourself

My mistake

My Mistake

 

 

Who is that? 

There, in the darkened corner. 

A shift of the light. 

Are those hoovs he stands on? 

My eyes adjust a bit. 

Long, twisted, needle sharp horns

Lightning

Glistening deep red skin,, no,, scales? 

Curtains blow aside, allowing light. 

Fingernails, wait,,,   talons. 

My sight clears a little more. 

A cats eyes

Jagged, misshapen, yellow fangs.

I sweat. 

Mouth so dry. 

Am I shaking ? 

Corded muscle, huge, impossibly powerful, uncontrollable. 

My eyes see clearly now. 

Ribs ? Exposed bone, rendt flesh. 

What?  My face, on his. Why ? 

Ough,  the stench.

Music ? What is this ? 

No! He comes toward me

Steady gate, knowing smile. 

I can't move. 

A deep mocking bow in front of me . 

His taloned hand, reaching,  but palm up?

The music,  louder now. 

I realize..... 

God, help me. He wants to dance. 

Why am I taking his hand....... 

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Self explanatory I think. 

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