Thursday, February 20, 2014

 She never cried, she only look on.
 The  spots of the shadow cat faint like the reflection of a jaguar in the blackest lake. It placed its dew claw on the girl's temple and the other paw on her shoulder and nuzzled its face in the warm flesh of her neck and took what meat there was to be pulled from the girl's bones. She never cried, she closed her eyes.