Speculative Microfiction

Under the leaves the Beast waits singing Oh Joy to the Blood to the Keening the Pain

Under the Rain the Feast waits gleaming, lost in the Forest preening dirt from his breathing

Beast cleans the Feast from her Teeth red with bleeding, waits near the Nest she saw fall from the Stars

‘Til somewhere beneath her Gut wracked and seething she learns far too late how poisoned Men are