the monster showed her claws

you laughed

10 years ago she would have been mad

today she knows how to smell fear

you were lucky

today the monster was not hungry

she chose to pray to the wind, first

a dance to the moon  

occupied the last hour of that encounter


you returned to yourself almost intact

all that stayed with you was that mark

a small scar 

that only caring souls can see 

a reminder that once you loved


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