I stare into his eyes in fear
The yellow piercing back into my soul
Waiting,
Wondering,
If it's going to be me who is his next meal
I creep away slowly,
Trying to preserve what humanity he might have left in him,
But he lunges right for my neck,
And for a minute he pauses?
Like maybe he doesn't want to hurt me,
But anyway i feel the trickle of blood down my collarbone.
“Its a primal instinct”