Mastered Monster

Crimson streaked blackness

beasts within the thicket

salivating

waiting for the thundering feet

horns to the hunt

where or where will the prey be?

Fear acid etched

tangled with pain

lacerations upon hands and feet

sobbing

begging for release

promising anything in return.

Noxious breath

slimed tongue licks down your cheek

‘fly little girl 

fly away

hear not the baying of hounds

hide from me you cannot’

whispered in your ear

shudder of dread spikes hard

as you run.

Eyes straight ahead

fixed firmly on the horizon

where dawn will sometime break

harken not back

to the snarling and the cursing.

Flight of fancy

killing nightmare

debonair

graceful

poised

hook line and sinker

he pulled you in

now…..

‘Run little girl

run away

here I come

Master wants to play.’

©August 21/19

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