Serial Killer
The great and never ending
Always pretending
To be that big f@@k of a presence
His essence too shallow
His steps too big
There's no rhythm
Just sweat
And odor
The mindless excursion
From thoughts of twisted perversion
The path is always crooked
The night is always deep
Dark and slippery
His stomach empty
He lurks…
Waiting
Broken jagged teeth
Ripped flesh and bone
Traces of life
Gone
Gone
Gone
Copyright © Mona Ebel | Year Posted 2023
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