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| Photo copyright 2014 by Stephen B. Bagley |
Moon
She sent the kids to her parents.
Then cleaned the house
spotless like he wanted it.
She cooked his favorite foods,
ham and loaded potatoes,
coconut cream pie for dessert.
She put on the yellow dress,
but wore nothing underneath
because he always liked that.
And when he came home
she waited by the door
with an icy beer to sate his thirst.
After dinner, she gave herself
to him, pretending to enjoy
his uncaring and clumsy hands.
When they finished, he laughed
and said, "I'm glad you learned
your lesson last night, babe."
She smiled as her hands
covered the mottled bruises
on her bare arms and neck.
He rolled over and slept
self-satisfied, while she waited
for the sacred moon to rise.
The silvery light touched
their bed and slid over her face,
her eyes gleamed yellow.
She ran her tongue
over her newly sharp
teeth and tasted the air.
She reveled in her soft fur
as her nails became claws
and muscles writhed.
Then she turned her great head
toward his sleeping form
and smiled a predator’s smile.
When the morning sun rose,
neighbors found his body
here and there and even over there.
Copyright 2014 by Stephen B. Bagley. All rights reserved. Excerpted from the forthcoming book Undying: Poems of Fantasy & Science Fiction. No copying without express permission from the author and the publisher.
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