Euna

As I venture into the dark cave, I hear a call.

- Euna?

The sound of this old, weary voice leaves me… Do I know you?

- It’s been… such a long time…

He takes a long minute to catch his breath. Then a hard, heavy step on the shaky rocks we call a floor. His smell…

- This cave’s too dark… I can’t see you…

Should I stay still? Should I take a step back? He's getting close to me… Too close…

- Do you… remember me…?

His breath effortlessly slides down my neck. My spine. You smell like…

- I don’t want to hurt you… not now…

But you are. Right now, I’m a frog. And the words coming out of your mouth want to cook me. Boil me. Too slowly.

- Come to me… come home…

But unlike the frog, I won’t succumb.

- Because, my little lamb…

I growl, heart not beating fast enough.

- I love y-

Flesh rips. Screams break the grotto’s silence. Masculine and feminine…
But I’m not the dead one.