Villainess of the Night

Clip Clop

Clip Clop

horses on the trot

taken from behind

gloomy gas lit night

come play with me

hither and yon.

Nimble

dance with misted wraiths

shadows prey

hungry

blade

razor rapier

tear into your heart.

Cry

moan

beg for me

beg that I release you

to death

to anything

but the dying pain.

Butterfly strength

mask covered face

sweet mint breath

hot on the neck

flick my tongue

tasting your fear

tinged in copper blood.

Race through darkened streets

terror filled glance

back

should have stared forward

my ability to track

to move

cat like grace

so well known.

Gore dipped blade

my breath

my breast

not ragged

not rent

turn

skip

walk away

Jane the Ripper

here to play.

©Feb. 18/20

Picture via Pinterest