Just Within Reach (Part 1)
Sitting on my stool
trying to ignore
the dregs around me,
their worse
than a swarm of mosquitos.
This is truly
testing my patience,
and bringing my companion
hate
to the surface,
my crimson filled vision
engages,
I think I am
trying to remain calm
though I really don't want to,
do they
even deserve
their next breath?
I can feel
the illusion
of my appearance
shimmer,
the beast that I am
screams in my skull
running into the walls
wanting out,
the shadows in the place
darken,
calling to me
and in the time
it takes a dead fly
to fall to the ground
I shove my claw
through the chest
of the person next to me,
(ah now that's better),
dissipating
into the shade under the bar
I leap out
by the front door
slashing the neck
of someone standing there
nearly taking
his head off,
and as his blood
sprays upon the other patrons
the screams begin
caressing my ears,
(oh the beauty of it),
lashing out
I rake open
the gut of another,
leaping
I bite out the throat
of the next,
(yes the blessed taste),
blood squirting me
in the face
as I land on her chest,
hands thrashing
in a blur
I shred a few
that were frozen,
now dead
before they hit the floor.
Back into the shadows,
stepping out
in the back
where some are cowering
in the corner.
I adjust my trench,
then press them in tighter
and start devouring
the one in the front,
ripping out
chunks of flesh
spitting half
in the faces
of the ones behind,
wailing
they beg for their lives
from their bloodstained faces.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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