The Wendigo

Kayla Goldman

I creep through the cavern My footsteps light and hurried Dragging along a pail From the days’ hunt in the town. Crushed bones Both white and red-stained Illuminate by the light of my lantern. A warning for all those come “You best stay out”   Of course, I do no such thing, Why should I? When my pet resides deep within, And is awaiting my return With unequaled glee?   At the end of the path A gloom Which even my fire can’t break. I settle the pail to the ground and shout to the void “I’m back!” “Did you miss me?”   My precious pet calls to me With a wondrous rumbling noise. Oh, so she did miss me? I’m pleased to hear that. I think she’s earned a reward for being so patient.   I pluck out a chunk of meat from the bucket And raise it so she can see “Come here,” I command.   First into the light are her talons, Broken fingernails that dig into the earth. Each the size of my hand. And I revel in the scraping sound, Her long bony tail makes As she creeps forward And towards my warm embrace   Her antlers form a misshapen halo, Distorted and incomplete. Her brown fur, matted and dirty Does little to conceal her ribcage Nor the entrails that hang beneath.   My dear sweet pet, extends the off-white branches on her back Up and towards the ceiling In her joy, Dislodging stalactites that crash to the ground Shattering to a shower of rock and rubble   She lowers her head to look at me So, that we’re eye-to-socket. Dropping the remains of her prior meal, A femur? Perhaps an ulna? I scarcely focus on that.   Her tongue emerges and licks her teeth, Obviously awaiting her treat. Who am I to mistreat my pet? I hand it to her without delay. She purrs and devours it in one bite Twisting her neck so I can scratch her ears. I take the time to think;   My dearest little pet- People are starting to become suspicious From the constant disappearances. We may have to leave soon, Before your food runs out. But don’t worry, my dear sweet Wendigo. I won’t let you starve.