Her claws on ivory bone
flickering, raking

A bloodstained splotch on her scales 
dripping and oozing

Strong jaws tearing flesh, 
with the sickle claw in my abdomen, 
clever girl,

Her fangs in my shoulder 
knowing exactly where to chew.

She says: Well, nothing much. She's a dinosaur.

She means: 
it's not about life or death.
it is about evolution.

With profound apologies and thanks to etouffee for the use and abuse of his poem the grace of a thousand repetitions

horrorquest

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