Can you feel
my breath
my wishes
upon the nape of your neck?
Following
sidling through shadows
close upon your mark
glance around
right
left
hear that giggle?
Soft
crazy
welling from darkness
run dear daddy run
here comes little Susie
is that a knife or a gun?
Who knows what weapons will be employed.
Crafting upon skin
signs
sigils
keep the evil in
let the innocence out
death follows so close
no longer bothering to be quiet
swallowing the sudden shriek
stepping back from crimson arc
watching body fall
another one saved
time to walk away.
©March 18/22
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