It was a Dark and Stormy Night...

It's eyes were glass melted into the sockets

With flecks of gold dancing inside

Its teeth were sharp and long like knives

Its voice was butter rum over decade old steel

And when it touched me, my skin burned a thousand flames

It consumed much space, and made me feel small

It's height and girth, made me tilt my head, back, back

And when it moved, it prowled like a lion, letting out a warning

And when It said my name, a layering of voices came out

Nina, was not a name, it was now a branding

Layered with hidden meaning and measured threats

My name was to say you are mine, I own you till the day you die

With a smile that curved its mouth, and made my eyes bleed

My feet felt glued to the stone

My breathing measured, strained

My hair was all but standing straight up

My spine curved, with my lips drawn back to expose teeth hissing

I felt like an animal, dangerous and frightened

I wanted nothing more than to skin it and lay it down as a rug

It felt it, my hatred, my fear, and it bathed in my emotions

because... it had none

I feel a storm gathering, tearing at my perfect walls

A sensation of falling and claiming and something more

My nails are longer, my teeth sharper, and my vision clear

It is gone, no where to be found and I am laying in an alley soaked