dripping down,

it falls on you,

saliva and blood;

pinkish hue.

-

your mouth _ it forms an open 'o'.

the scream begins,

it pours from the throat.

-

it's not yours, but someone else's.

-

(disembodied. it screeches out, like metal ripping and rubber burning.)

-

turn around...

furry forelegs.

-

lift your face and

whimper in fright.

the beastly jowls are like

carving knives.

-

the silver pelt,

those piercing claws,

butcher shop mouth and

bone crunching howl...

glistening tongue

lacquered in blood.

-

blue eyes with the intensity of ice;

clear and cold,

they glint in hunger.

-

you turn away and then

you find he is no longer there,

no longer behind...

-

with a shaking hand

you pinch your skin,

this isn't a dream

-

(it will not end)

-

fear is prevalent as you walk away,

hoping to God that he will stay at bay.

no snapping twigs;

you feel you are safe.

look around...

-

in the space of a breath you find him beside you.

if you think that was frightening,

this will shock you.

-

a shiver runs through your body,

blood pumping cold.

as those monster claws tear to the bone,

-

flesh rips away and

blood begins to pool _ the man inside is losing control.

-

a scratching yowl is brought from your throat

as his teeth work together

shredding muscle from bone.

-

you're still crying out

though the mouth is slowing down,

he licks at your wounds and

he moves around.

-

he might watch you die.

he might run away.

-

he sniffs at the air,

smelling your blood;

the coppery taste and

the dulling thud.

-

your heart is giving up,

it won't last much longer and

all you say is "mother..."

-

he stalks around like a man possessed,

waiting for something and

filled with dread.

maybe he's sorry...

-

(maybe it was a mistake)

-

your teeth chatter rhythms,

and the nerves shudder awake.

-

the freshness of the pain beginning anew

brings your tears to surface

as the sobs wash over you.

-

the furry form recedes from view;

blurring at the edges as you near your doom.