Within dark rooms, caught off guard.
A growl lurking behind a lisp.
Laboured breaths from the lips of the fake child.
A trick between the lisp and lips...it does the deed indeed.
Dancing shadows beneath the moon.
Friendly teeth, bared beneath the glass light.
Sinking into unsuspecting flesh.
wolfish apologies from a changeling to a child.
Red, bursting seams.
The soreness seeps in.
The child smiles.