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She Fell Into The Abyss

She Fell Into The Abyss he takes to the tunnel of night dark at first, but he tiptoes in and sees the light he follows a trail a women's scent that arouses him he sees her across the bar seated by herself hunger on her face a wallflower a sheep in a lea to him weak and pull-able of wool and he needs wool a ball of yarn to desensitize and spins to his satisfaction and he needs to be sated especially with this ones youth and innocence her striking blue eyes and sweet mouth indifferent to him but it's her pond of ducks that excites him hidden in his pocket is a knife of fantasy a blade of deceit rope of words to incapacitate he looks into her blues as he begins making his move sweet talking, sweet talking her socks off he keeps seeing the ducks in the pond swimming faster and faster his heart beating faster and faster a fruit ripening before his eyes ready to be eaten he takes the first dagger from his pocket two white pills and slips into her drink laughs to himself at least this dagger won't hurt as he chokes on his sadism she falls into her arms asleep so soft and vulnerable unsuspecting and naive she walks out with him in slumber later that night a shotgun blasts breaks the air ducks flapping in the night then ... silence 10/26/17 Deep and Dark II - Poetry Contest

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