fox on the run

"Put on your red shoes and dance the blues"


Toto. There is a latent sexuality there that I can't quite put my finger on. Now aside from her screaming at me about her shoes I haven't had the chance to further investigate. Though I did see her briefly in the falls. Now I've learned not to approach wealthy or high caste people here without a good sign that I am in some way wanted in their near vicinity. So I watch. Which usually suits me more anyway. Besides I was still too sensitive after the night spent in such debauchery.

The problem with this night was that I had yet not eaten. Like a fool I nodded off. I don't know how long I was out and fortunately I woke up in the same position and place that I passed out. Lucky me. I felt better despite the ache in my belly that coiled like a wet serpent writhing in on itself.

I smelled blood before the sounds of the fight got through to me. I smelled Kur .. because I have smelled it before and it isn't a smell you forget. Despite the musk I still retained my hunger and I slid off the rock to find sustenance in the darker thoroughfares of Ar.

I met her then
in a little dark street
where the roaches dance
and the maggots meet

and she sang a song
that was oh so sweet
while the roaches danced
on insect feet

so ate her then
she was such a treat
and I danced too
with the larvae beat