The Girl in the Yellow Dress

I see her over there
across the grass between
me a creek
and a bear.
The woman—beautiful, blonde, bloody—in a yellow dress,
is being mauled
by the bear. She is trapped,
the bear ripping scarlet
rivulets of pink
flesh from her otherwise fleckless epidermis,
under the bear,
between the creek and me. It has terrible,
merciless claws and vicious teeth. She sees me
seeing her and she screams.
Weaponless and impotent,
and fearful to swim,
I leave her there
with the bear
as her yellow dress
turns to rust.



I originally published this here