Gift Horse

You drag yourself up
the clean white steps
staining them red
as you crawl by.
It takes all your strength
to reach the doorbell
and you sigh in relief
at the muffled melody
of recorded chimes.

A tall man answers
slack-jawed in shock
all this blood
his face is pale.
He reaches toward you
a helping hand
a smile
his sharpened canines
gleaming silver
in the moonlight.