Monsters Made

He hurt me

with nary a though

tore away

trust

respect

made it so

I would hate him

wish him dead

with my last breath.

I succumbed

wakening in a specter state

a waith

devilish smile

begins to dance across my lips

as I realize

there is more damage to be done

and in this state,

no one will be to blame

save for the beast who stole my life

savaging other young women

girls

to sate his sickened twisted desires.

Prowling the streets

evil bleeding

feeding

city

day and night

as he takes back that energy

freely given

driving him insane.

Centuries

a man each time

craving

needing

feeding

the river below bleeds up through the ground

turning them to monsters

a cycle

as yet

to be broken.

 

©Nov. 6/22

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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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