The Lions Den
The apartment is inhabited by two man-eaters. The two big cats stalk and bring there kills home to lick off the first layer of skin, then they feed. Usually 6 to 8 weeks and they've stripped the male carcasses down to the bone and dump the bones out into the cold night. These bones of men lay on the street for some time, slowly they begin to reformulate back into men and walk the long walk back to visitor parking. On the drive home some men realize that they've not been fully reconstituted and something is missing, sometimes its their heart, sometimes their sanity. Some will go back and try to get it back from the Lionesses, others just keep waiting for their missing parts to grow back.
I was lucky for when they got there claws into me there was nothing left for them to take from me, I'd been stripped down to bones years ago. I still on occasion drop by the Lions den to see what was on the most recent menu “Eh, mostly small game” I say, oh well “Happy hunting girls”. I'll let them gnaw on my bones if they're hungry enough but only for the weekend.
* Joe Karmia says “I am a 30yo SWM from the Chicago burbs. I have been writing poetry and prose and a few short stories for the last five years. I have not submitted any of my work yet but I am now willing to test the waters and see if my work stands up.”
