Word of the Day Challenge #77-Untitled Poem

Grotesque

leering faces

drool dripping

liver flacid lips

pursed

desiring

chasing that final kiss.

Words

promises made

money flashed

as thought that could erase

reality

of shriveled bodies

wherein resides ego

which equates to strength

to power

within.

Float along

haze of despair

bought or sold

there are bills to pay.

Actresses all

ignoring the vile looks

groping hands

alcohol laced whispers

walking through

knowing their place.

He is the worst.

Stand aside.

Let me at him.

Porky Pig and his retinue.

Ribald jokes

roaring laughter

eyes meet eyes

and he pulls away.

Come hither

come yon

follow me here

follow me there

follow me out

for my dear…..

death has come calling

no repentance for you.

©Nov. 27/19

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Executioner

With methodical steps

he gathers in the gloam

eyes aglitter

teeth chittering

scanning the crowds before him.

Somewhere

within the world born of bastards

born of war

born of heroes

born upon the breast of a nation

shattered

challenged

there strides a beauty

law on one hip

justice on the other.

An intricate tango

danced in the dark

under the light of the moon

full and whole

late in the summer night.

Who is the hunter?

Who is the prey?

Who shall win this grim game

of love and hate?

He?

Or she?

He has left behind

a trail of wrecked bodies

destroyed minds.

She has focused

with singular intent

to hunt him down.

He can feel her.

She can smell him.

He moves with gilded grace.

She moves with lioness stealth

hidden deeper in the shadows

her quarry ever in front.

He is arrogant.

She is patient.

After eons

finally

she sidles up behind.

Using the cover of darkness

hidden shadows

stiletto blade in hand

she creeps

hearing his breath pant

as he scans ahead

never behind.

Silly man…..

Sibilant whisper

a shout in the night.

I told you

I promised you 

I would find you 

make you pay.

Bitter precision

tears of agony

harsh mistress of revenge.

Spray of blood

a blank canvas

splattered in crimson

she drops the body.

Oath has been kept.

Time has come to pass

you shall no longer be……

anything.

Your name

your identity

not in the annals of history

forgotten forever 

reign of terror 

nevermore.

©June 27/19

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