Dragoncrest Cliffs your mom's an anole.

think of the devil and he appears
the same goes for wicked girls, apparently.
cayetano looks up to see the brisk inspection
the glitter of depthless eyes
not warm, not friendly
kind of like val, he decides -- but colder still.

funny how you could feel dissected
without ever seeing the knife.

your skull? he snorts
and pokes a claw her way
your skull's on your shoulders, silly.
he hefts the heavy object from left to right
mindful of those thick teeth.
so, you want it?