You weren't easy.
You gave a good fight but but that bothered me none.
I watched from a safe distance and stalked my prey.
I would show myself just a bit at a time. Just a taste.
And walk away for just the required pause - that word that escapes your mind but sits poised at the tip of your lips. Keeping my soul behind glass.
Guarded with a pack of wild dogs and barbed wire. Even a shark-infested mote.
But something cracked.
Then there were meetings in alleys and the back of buildings
In quiet and dark
With hushed voices and secrets.
The weight of these meetings changed crack to web
And allowed the leaking of feeling.
Causing the huntress to be the hunted
With the prey taking control.
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Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.