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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.......
