
Within every woman lies a mythical beast. She portrays herself in a wrap of human clothing. The flesh is an illusion. Their hidden treasures include a path to Hades. A rather rambunctious sojourn and longer than any ride should be.
I raise a glass. My bar patrons are rather oblivious to me. The rest of the world is oblivious to them. I feel ambivalent. I should feel drunk. I suspect my glass is defective. Maybe ice has devoured the alcohol.
I cast my weary eyes to the barmaid. Even brooding, they mock me. I suspect last time may tip was insufficient.
“Bitch.” I lose the words.
She didn’t notice. She does smile…
I’ll celebrate her hearing me. My glass gives up the party quickly.
The ice melts but I spy creatures inside. They must be female. Chimera, Griffin, Thunderbird, Manticore, Roc. They all suck the life out of me. But maybe the worst of all awaits me at home. She’s a hydra. Spit out of the sea….straight from the gates of Hades. Explains the icy salt water in the veins.
I will have another. Maybe three more. I need to gather my thoughts. I hoped the alcohol would help. Divergence rules the memory. It protects me. I hide from the facts. Darkness is the cloak within me.
The clock draws slow. I wait watching the treachery of the she beasts. A look for a drink. Boring conversation.. two drinks. We wait for them to get desperate. They prey on our souls. Chewing and demolition of the heart, not enough.
Nervousness hits like a wave. My phone lights up. It’s her. My head hits the bar.
“Dear God!” I scream.
The whole bar looks at me.
I look at the phone.
She has three heads. She has three heads.
I used a machete. It was a clean cut. I saw it sorta roll to the floor. It was over.
She really is a hydra.
The text….
‘I’ll be waiting for you’
I read you decided to try out women are beasts in human clothing theme. Well done.
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Well, someone encouraged me. It was really in self defense to make the female beast post real. 😉
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Seemed real enough; not sure which beast I cover with my leggings and long sweaters.
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Griffins if you rolled up the sleeves on sweater. or Roc if you cut off sleeves….
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Griffin it is.
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Those front talons would come in handy in dealing with people
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Can make typing a bit difficult.
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Good point. I mostly use cell phone so I finger drag. But you could always peck with the beak
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new meaning to hunt and peck typing.
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Maybe the original meaning. Cuneiform might have been taught to mankind by others…
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True — not up on my griffin heritage.
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Without Griffins, the Harpies and Sirens would take over. The world simply put, needs your kind
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But aren’t sirens a part of the male experience — so are the harpies sometimes.
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Not good experiences for the sailing variety of men. Not that our luck changes with the female species on land.
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lol. Hilarious Mark. Not sure if he’s dreaming or drunk. I hope that woman really was a hydra if he killed her. And to think they say women were created from Adam’s rib. What the hell was wrong with that rib if we’re all monsters within. My hair is hissing, the snakes aren’t pleased with your take 😉
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It’s being made from a loose rib, not an arm or something bigger
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Lol. Maybe loose, but God put Adam to sleep so it must have been painful to remove it, if pain had existed then.
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That was supposed to be loosy rib. If I made anything fun a bone and handed it to the wife she would not be pleased
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