Photo by Rizvi Rahman on Unsplash
by Luanne Castle
She pounces from a cliff, shocking me with her thoroughness and whirls me until I scream for mercy. She’s a heavy trickster, crouching on my chest and ripping at my face. She blows through me like a scirocco, scorching me. Sucker punches me in the right eye, and strips me of my sweat-soaked clothing, snare drums clattering and clanging under the strobe lights. She poisons me until my stomach rebels. She begins her slow exit, scattering a chilling path through me, then from the shadows watches over me in my poppy bed.
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Luanne Castle’s recent fiction can be found in Bending Genres, The Dribble Drabble Review, Does It Have Pockets, South 85 Journal, and The Ekphrastic Review.
