Ever Fleeting Sanity

Malignant

standing upon the streets

unseen

a ripple of pedestrians

moving around

acting as though not there.

Evil seeps

polluting the air

wrapping bony fingers

around the next victim

pulling close

waiting,

always waiting

for the right one to be found.

Blonde.

Graceful.

Brunette.

Gazelle like legs.

Redhead.

Laughter erupts

eyes alight

life

burns so bright

teeth grit

finally

she is the one.

Stalking the night.

Stalking the prey.

Seen not as a person

but a game.

Tracked.

Found.

Bound.

Death is not pretty…..

is never pretty.

Arterial sprays of blood

dancing in the raindrops that fall

maniacal laughter

rising

finding…..

hidden corners

spilling over

reaching

to find the next one.

Never is there rest for the evil

for the wicked

for the demented

as the shadows

never cease to speak

to demand

a sacrifice of blood

for a moment of peace

sought after evermore.

©March 2/22

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