[100 days of 100 words] 16/100
Feb. 27th, 2008 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitchen_kinkThe lions are back.
I haven’t seen them in years. Their bright manes, their tawny coats. The subtle terror and the sudden teeth.
I must keep constant watch over the fences. Around me the careless are torn and eaten by the ravening ones, while I watch over the tame ones, the ones they tell me will not harm. Without witnessing, I see burst muscle and snapped bone.
But the fence ceases to hold. The raw meat of being human shows itself in screams. The one that comes for me is a white leopard, and all I have is a whip.
I haven’t seen them in years. Their bright manes, their tawny coats. The subtle terror and the sudden teeth.
I must keep constant watch over the fences. Around me the careless are torn and eaten by the ravening ones, while I watch over the tame ones, the ones they tell me will not harm. Without witnessing, I see burst muscle and snapped bone.
But the fence ceases to hold. The raw meat of being human shows itself in screams. The one that comes for me is a white leopard, and all I have is a whip.
