I Thought You And I Had An Agreement? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It is not pretty,
When one shows an ugliness.
There is nothing appetizing that greets the eye,
When foam from both sides of the mouth...
Begin to drip from lips baring clenched teeth.
There is nothing inviting that says welcome.
'I'm here to provide you with hospitality galore.'

IF you are foolish enough,
To remain dishonesty when you've turned romance,
Into something by someone that threatens...
Your immediate peace,
This is no time to ask where the beauty is...
From this beast you helped release.

Beg forgiveness.
Especially if a peaceful sleep is wished.
Beg forgiveness.
If you don't,
Never will what you did be forgotten.
Beg forgiveness.
And 'hope'...
No hands approach your throat!

'You say you were...
Where?
Again.
You did not say you were,
There?
I know I did not hear you say that?
I thought,
You and I...
Had an agreement? '

~Uh...
Uh...why are your eyes changing?
Are those...
Fangs? ~