Obsidian melts off my glinting fangs
as cosmic rivers gleam down rippling spines.
I lurch out toward the rolling emerald pastures,
brush struck naked under the cut of my tail.
Goats, unaware, feed off the land below.
Crickets silence and scatter as my claws crunch
the dry leaves, like brittle, crackling bones licked dry
by smelting flames.
A bubbling odor creeps off my scaly flesh,
filling the desolate earth from the ground
as murmurs stretch louder,
echoes gurgling up in the gut of the valley.
Tomorrow they will find
punctures buried in the fur caskets
of blood-drained bodies,
my hunger satisfied
for one more night.
© Copyright Samantha Rose 2018
You can catch more of Samantha existing at her blog, Existential Poetry.
[The Chupacabra is a mythical creature in Latin American culture. Although depictions of the creature differ, many describe it as a scaly being with a foul oder and spines on its back. The creature became notorious when farmers began finding their livestock drained of blood, presumably the work of the Chupacabra, which literally means “goat sucker.” To learn more about this mythical beast, click HERE.]