Bunny Blight (June 2014)
by Andrew Barranca
It was summer, and I rode a tiger bareback on a baseball field. Then another smaller tiger approached. I hadn't been afraid of the one I was riding, but now for some reason this smaller one was intimidating me. Before I felt in control. Now I felt out numbered.
As my confidence fled I fell from the tiger. That was when the dream turned.
Falling I felt one lunge at me.
When I hit the ground I pretended to be dead.
And I felt like, if I died, if I was eaten, I would still dream. I would watch myself be eaten and digested, and then assembled again.
Teeth wet, they began to move.
Suddenly the smallest moved in on me warning the larger to retreat.
I thought they would finish me, but instead the littlest protected me.
Then it was just him and I.
Protection comes at a price.
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