#7 On The Never Ending List

Heart pounding
ratcheting
empty hollow inside.
Peering through
windows broken
jagged
glass strewn
inside and out
ready made weapons to hand.
Prowling
not trying to hide my steps
I want you to know
I am coming
I am hunting
and until I find you
never shall I rest.
I remember perverted voice
cooing
caressing
oily insinuation.
My lip curls with disdain
only a monster
would abuse a lone child
nay
lone children
and think
your wealth
would keep judgement at bay.
Nothing will keep me from finding you.
Nothing will stay me;
for I come…..
Vengeance
sleek in the night
an unholy nightmare
forever keeping you awake.
©June 17/22
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