You watch me dance,
In light not shadows,
Dripping the color,
Of blood.
You want me,
I feel your desire,
Like soot,
Falling up on me,
I feel unclean.
The bouncer,
Walks me,
To the door.
For you can look,
Not touch,
As I move down the street,
I know I am not alone.
You rush upon me,
With whiskey breath,
Using your strength
On a weaker body,
Or so you think.
I am not for you,
Do not touch,
I warn,
You refuse to listen,
Tearing at my dress.
The cry you think is fear,
Begins to change,
As bones elongate.
The itch of nails,
Turn to claws,
The itch of teeth,
Becoming fangs.
As your eyes widen,
I strike.
I am proud,
I am Cougar Clan.
Of royal blood.
As you lay dieing,
You finally understand,
The nature of the beast.
Author notes
I am a Cherokee, shadow walker, of the Cougar Clan
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