There is a beast in my basement. He stays in chains without complaint; I think he knows the damage he could do. Does he have a conscience. I’m not sure. He does as I bid, and I bid him often. Come here, Beast, and lick my bones lest I rot for lack of touch. His tongue slides on skin and skin sizzles for his tongue. I don’t close my eyes, I watch him as he obeys with simmering anger.
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Wow. That was really interesting.
ReplyDeleteWasn’t sure what to make of this at first. Evokes strong emotions but I didn’t know what it meant. You labeled it Kitsune so I googled it, makes much more sense now. Thank you for writing something powerful enough to motivate me to research and learn something new about a different culture.
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