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A Mardi Gras Encounter

I woke with a start and looked down
She let a soft sweet sigh
I pulled myself out carefully
Trying not to wake her

Silent to the bathroom I stole
For refreshment
And relief

I stood at the sink and savoured
Icy water going down
Quenching my parched body
Spent from the nights encounter

Through the open door I see her
Reflected, Nubile, dark and pure
Hair of carbon black
Laying perfect down her back

I closed my eyes and lived again
Ecstatic comfort, joy and bliss
Never have I known before
A conquest quite like this

When my eyes I opened
The mirror breathed with rage
Pulsing right before me
My heart jumped to my throat

A silent scream i let out
For standing there behind me
Dark olive skin was painted
With the Creole mask of death

Out I ran into the hall
Followed by a bone rattling sound
A basso voice was chuckling
With my fear he was amused

As I ran into the hallway
I looked back to see him follow
Walking slow and steady
The boney hand of death

I looked up to find I was running
Through some rotting Bayou swamp
As fast as I could I ran
But still, I could not escape
Steadily he walked behind me
The moon’s light cast
His evil smile
With an iridescent glow

I ran and ran when up ahead
A faint light began to grow
A cottage in the wasteland
Would be my only hope

Faster now I sprinted
This was the final stretch
Up the steps I bounded
As the old wood door swung open

I woke with a start and looked down
Her face was full of fear
I was panting hard and sweating
“Mama, No!” the Priestess’ daughter cried

I closed my eyes in agony
Standing on the stoop before me
The mask of death was mine.

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