Wrong One

Glittering in darkness

feral eyes

following every move

caressing every curve

waiting until he can claim her.

Make her

mark her

as his own.

Means to an end

gyrate to music

same moves every day

choreographed

bend

shake

grind

dollars in the g-string.

Drool

lips slick

playing

jiggling

under the table

fierce grin

sensations roar

sight narrowed to one girl

the chosen one.

Made him

he could be trouble

stalker trouble

do not make eye contact

same smile for all.

Night’s end

girls leaving

groups of two

three

none dumb enough to walk alone.

Cars in darkness

lit by street lights

shadowed spaces never really seen

check the backseat

before opening door.

Wait……

had it not been locked?

Senses alert

slip into seat

hackles raised

flick of wrist

blade extends.

Quick breath in

lust surges

leap up

reach for swan like neck

pristine

for now….

scream

reflex

training takes over.

Blood covered

feral eyes glitter in the night

wait for the police…..

he picked the wrong woman to fuck with.

©Jan. 12/20

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