The skin wrinkled at your temple
when I entered you.
I pretended not to notice,
but I was suspicious.
I think you knew.
I shouldn’t have come here,
to your little cabin in the woods,
with your strange-looking furniture,
made of something, not wood,
something warm, soft like the
membrane of an animal’s organ.
I had been to this part of the woods many times,
but had never seen your cabin.
That alone should have warned me of the danger.
Indeed, I would have run away, but for your beauty.
I am so embarrassingly easy to seduce.
You led me to your pile of furs,
taken from animals I didn’t recognize,
though I’ve hunted in these woods all my life.
You released me of my coverings,
was unsurprised by my arousal,
guided me inside you.
You made all the correct sounds of a woman in passion,
but there was an artificial edge to
your sexual whimpers,
and your caresses were uncoordinated.
You closed your eyes in rapture,
but I could see you peeking.
I wasn’t sure of your motives until you
threw back your head in feigned delight and
I looked inside your open mouth,
at the many rows of sharp teeth at the back of your throat,
and the scales appearing along your tongue.
You couldn’t stop your eyes from shifting blue to crimson
as I slid my hunting knife into the place where
your heart should have been.
But you just smiled.
I stuck you more than twenty times,
but your skin just folded over the wounds,
and you never released me from your crushing grip,
just pulled me deeper inside you.
I thought to try to escape,
but the door was gone and the
furniture had melted into the floors and walls.
Besides, physically you were too powerful.
I was on the wrong side of the membrane,
would never enter the forest again.
I resigned to my fate,
noticed that my fear only aroused me more.
I completed my animalistic duty with a shudder.
It’s what you really wanted, I assumed,
my seed for some purpose.
You sighed a ghastly sound through that wicked alien mouth,
and I knew my death was imminent.
You invited me to gaze into those crimson eyes,
where I found a gentle peace, like a sedative.
Perhaps it would numb the coming horror.
I pulled your face toward me.
As I closed my lips over yours and
slid my tongue into your eager mouth, I thought,
I shouldn’t have come here,
to your little cabin in the woods.