The Hunt

Young Mother was waiting for His Ass to come home.
Ask her for something-
like food, or pussy,
or just for her to listen to him speak those stupid ass syllables of his called words

She waited with the lights out,
without the door closed
The electricity had been cut off
(because of His Ass)
The babies had to go to sleep
to the waving of the candle flames
(even though their little faces smiled
and took delight in life all the same)
She blamed His Ass
Because his stupid ass
probably smoked up the money
while out with his dumb ass buddies-
swinging on vines in the jungle that he loved-
probably more than young mother or the babies.

Car lights brightened the dark house
and traveled across the ceiling.
Young Mother watched their journey kneeling,
eyeing, preying behind the darkness that covered her body.
His Ass came up the stairs,
through the door,
walked across the floor toward her,
asked, "You got a cigarette baby?"
She didn't answer,
kept everything but her eyes concealed.
Revealed nothing of her plan.

His Ass reached his hand under the skirt of the lamp
and made the switch click.
Nothing happened,
he accepted this,
no realization entered his mind.
Went back over to Young Mother,
asked her again for a smoke.
A roar of laughter errupted from her abdomen
as if his comment was a joke.

Inside her body she felt the anger,
the rage seeping into her blood stream-
over taking her-
controlling her brain.
Thoughts now became fuel-
tools of wrath.

No lights at night traveled the length of her spine.
Not having water for a week.
Having to have the babies take baths over His Ass' sister's house branched out
consuming her-
making a tremble turn into a twitch on her mouth.

His Ass stood staring at the crazy animal woman before him.
She stopped her laughter abruptly
and looked back at him and attacked him with her claws.
Sent blows to his face with her paws
and as he stood in total surprise and in pain
she pushed His Ass with her powerful strength onto the porch
and watched as his body went out of the window,
off of the cliff.

She walked back to her lair
with the stare of Young Baby Girl-
with tears in her eyes, following her-
and Young Mother looked into it...

and enjoyed the darkness.

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