the minatour's wife

I rubbed your fur as I wrapped my arms around you.

Your stomach let out low rumbles around this maze.

The walls had groves from the twisting spikes on your horns.

You ran away from me and screamed;

I knew you would not hurt me.

Men came in with string.

I snuck and snipped it,

You tracked and killed them.

We feasted with a glass of red wine.

That night you snored a lot.

My mind raced as I looked around the room;

Glistening skeletons littered the cavernous pit where we slept.

A perfume arose that the devil himself would wear.

I walked over to the over side of the room;

Doing little leaps of the remains of gladiators.

I grabbed a knife from the drawer;

I slit you throat.

Your snoring stopped with a scream as I watched you bleed.

Your fur coat matted with blood.

I threw myself across your chest and wept.

Then I detached your head.

The prize would be mine,

The victor,

The heroine.

The minatour’s wife.