Kayla Goldman
I creep through the cavern
My footsteps light and hurried
Dragging along a pail
From the days’ hunt in the town.
Crushed bones
Both white and red-stained
Illuminate by the light of my lantern.
A warning for all those come
“You best stay out”
Of course, I do no such thing,
Why should I?
When my pet resides deep within,
And is awaiting my return
With unequaled glee?
At the end of the path
A gloom
Which even my fire can’t break.
I settle the pail to the ground and shout to the void
“I’m back!”
“Did you miss me?”
My precious pet calls to me
With a wondrous rumbling noise.
Oh, so she did miss me?
I’m pleased to hear that.
I think she’s earned a reward for being so patient.
I pluck out a chunk of meat from the bucket
And raise it so she can see
“Come here,” I command.
First into the light are her talons,
Broken fingernails that dig into the earth.
Each the size of my hand.
And I revel in the scraping sound,
Her long bony tail makes
As she creeps forward
And towards my warm embrace
Her antlers form a misshapen halo,
Distorted and incomplete.
Her brown fur, matted and dirty
Does little to conceal her ribcage
Nor the entrails that hang beneath.
My dear sweet pet,
extends the off-white branches on her back
Up and towards the ceiling
In her joy,
Dislodging stalactites that crash to the ground
Shattering to a shower of rock and rubble
She lowers her head to look at me
So, that we’re eye-to-socket.
Dropping the remains of her prior meal,
A femur? Perhaps an ulna?
I scarcely focus on that.
Her tongue emerges and licks her teeth,
Obviously awaiting her treat.
Who am I to mistreat my pet?
I hand it to her without delay.
She purrs and devours it in one bite
Twisting her neck so I can scratch her ears.
I take the time to think;
My dearest little pet-
People are starting to become suspicious
From the constant disappearances.
We may have to leave soon,
Before your food runs out.
But don’t worry, my dear sweet Wendigo.
I won’t let you starve.