She smiles as she shares her stories;
One more harrowing than the other.
Bound by her eyes - ever locked onto mine -
My tongue stilled to silence,
I blanch; watching her smile widen.

And somewhere, within the confines
Of that uncouth mind,
There is a sudden sense of victory.
It spreads and oozes into her voice
Dripping, pungent, off her black tongue.

Task completed, she turns to leave.
Her eyes still on me, I swallow the
Sigh that builds in my chest.
Fearful that she might hear, see the opening,
Turn back and continue to smear
Her filth upon me.