chupacabra
attacks in darkness
gnashing teeth
stench of fear
silenced
by the ambush
Alicia clutches her neck
fighting will bring
deeper wounds
she is dragged
farther away
on this night
coqui muffle
the struggle
floating up the twisted path
to the top of the mountain
she gazes over the
starlit valley
to fly, close your eyes
Alicia whispers
scorpion's lurk
in her black-brown eyes
splintered
wrinkles
filling with tears
mud wall
behind her hangs
a velveteen print
of "Jesus Last Supper"
so that is how
it is told
to fly, close your eyes
chupacabra
attacks
(c)Lisa Malone 2009
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