Sheik
sleek onyx fur glistens in the midday sun
while her blood saturated saliva pools in the dirt below her
she howls in grief
closing her eyes, she opens her ears
to listen
they are coming
the smell of decaying flesh makes her stomach turn
yet she knows what she must do
she waits
her heart beats fast as she accepts this fate
she is close to vomiting
just a few more steps
tensing her muscles, readying for the fight
she takes one long breath
and lunges
they are on her now
and bile rises in her throat as the rotten flesh sticks in her teeth
yet she continues
she has to do this, rip their flesh
so she rips and rips and rips
until there is nothing left
nothing but shreds of skin and innards
resembling confetti
if confetti were always so sticky with blood
finally allowing herself to purge all this evil
she sits on her haunches and breathes
it is done
the dead are, well, dead again
but her family has not returned to her
so her anguish remains
but what is done cannot be undone
so as she looks up at the sky, now brightened by the moon and stars
she closes her eyes and listens once more
haggard breathing
unsteady footsteps
and then...Daddy?
Copyright © Angela Reynolds | Year Posted 2012
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