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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