Playing with Prey

A Poem by Dina

The night is still as I’m circled by the horn beast
He looks for weakness, mistaken for cheap thrill
I lay the frills of my dress down
Careful not to make eye contact
This is not a time for being too honest.
He inches closer, I’m tempted to look over my shoulder
But flight kicks in instead
So I put my hands above my head, and twirl like a ballerina
Because unpredictability is your best friend
When dealing with the the red man
Or so I thought
But my strategy, he caught
And when I twirled, he twirled too
Though when I curtsied, he said “adieu”
So I let down my arms and took a deep breath, before panting and placing my hands on my chest
But when least expected, he made his advance
With my guard down, he finally found a new chance
And the horned beast grabbed a hold of me.
And covered my eyes, so that I could not see.
And I kicked and I screamed ‘til I heard a voice
“Why don’t you come with me to a place up north.”
So I broke from the beast and ran right towards the stranger
Which to my surprise, put me in imminent
We did go north, as guaranteed
But as we continued to travel, the stranger began to bleed
And he shed his skin as his voice grew more narrow
Now the charming man most resembled a scare crow
And he spoke in the same tense the horned beast did
“Now remind me again, where we were kid?”
And he grinned as I clawed my way through the carriage
Running off towards the Forrest forgetting my baggage
Did I lose them?
I think some time has passed by
The colors have changed within the night sky
So I tip toe to the outskirts looking for a cue
I don’t think the beast is close right now, do you?