Just Within Reach (Part 2)
I laugh inside,
they must be joking,
stepping back
I let the corpse
fall to the floor
convulsing,
raising my arms
out to the side,
like a cross
I turn away
then drop into a crouch
spinning back
tearing open
their chests
with both claws
sending bits
of heart and lung
to the wall
creating a mural
of brutality.
Before the bodies
hit the ground
I rotate
overlooking my artwork
spotting the bartendress,
her strength is so admirable
standing there
behind the bar
quivering,
makes me almost wish
it didn't have to be done,
but no need for witnesses,
I'll tell
my own tale.
I draw in the light
dimming the environment
then slide
across the floor
never taking a step
staring into those
liquid blue eyes
of hers.
Keeping her
locked in my stare
I draw closer
slowly,
when within reach
I cradle her
in her last embrace
constantly looking
into those
pools of blue.
Retracting
my claws
I touch her cheek
allowing
her to feel
her last caress,
then bringing
my mouth
down by her ear
I snap
into her neck
severing the jugular
drinking in her
soul
as it pours out
and as the light
leaves her eyes
I lower her convulsing body
to the floor,
heading out the door
I put the closed sign
in the window.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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