Bloody Cobblestones (Part 1)
My mind awakens
to this extravagant pull
like being jerked
when standing to close
to a jet engine starting.
I feel my top rise,
mind diving
for the feel of the wolf
arising from its cage,
surfing on a wave of adrenaline.
Shaking off the lethargy
of my hibernation,
hunger stands up
snapping at its chains,
my thoughts
traveling inches
over the turbulent ocean
snatching tastes of scents,
ever drawing closer
to the reason
of this rude awakening.
Every second
another part of me
coalesces into
the true extension
of my morbid being.
A spark of direction
pops into my brain
and I step onto the light killing shadow
of a red oak
becoming a part of the darkness.
The glint of lights
and the glitter of the waves
exist and de-exist
as I pass.
Reforming in the endarkened corner
of a garden near a park,
tiny shrubs
entwined in vines.
Shift,
behind an evergreen
across the park,
Push,
in a bookstore
aisle three
narrow but sleek,
Stab,
behind my prey
walking unsuspectingly.
Standing
from the shadow
of the street sign in front of him
I ensnare my fingers
around his throat
drawing him
into the ebony silk
that is me.
Slash,
he slams
into a cobblestone wall
in a slim alley I’ve chosen.
Right foot sliding
I drop into a crouch,
left finger blades
tearing through
the flesh behind the right knee-cap
then flinging it,
spraying a crimson trail
and hobbling my prize.
I slam myself against the wall,
staggering into its shadow
then reforming,
drawing him in close.
Bringing my head near his ear
I crack my throat,
educating him to my primal cause,
“All humans are hardwired
to savage
ANY which cause harm
to a loved one.
Too bad for you”,
then for emphasis
I rip off the funnel shaped appendage,
spitting it in his face.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2009
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