A Hannya mask tattoo was painted/ on her back.
After a wonderful night together at Four Spring hotel, my fingers trace the intricate lines behind her neck. Completing the shape of the mask I felt a small tug to look to its eyes.
My breathing stopped and my sight and soul froze- the wicked, hellish yellowed eyes moved. Frozen I didn't scream. Frozen I didn't move. Frozen I couldn't think of anything but the pure sickening yellow shift of its eyes looking and moving away then towards me. As the gazing proceeded to turn minutes into hours, a sort of promising curse whispered in my thought. Misery to me....... Misery to you....... Misery to.....
Blink...... I lift my hands..... blink....my tunnel vision gone ..... blink.... I can breathe. Slowly I
kiss her goodnight then I left.
I left with the feeling that something horrible just happened. Something so horrible I wanted to leave. Man I wish I ate dinner with my cat....
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