Signed In Blood (Part 1)
The night
has a bluish tint tonight
from the exceptionally
brilliant
full moon,
sky,
cloudless
with a slightly brisk breeze
coming from
the direction
of where the last cemetery
I passed was,
“the breath of the dead”,
I think it might be an omen.
Barely a sound
is heard
in this still end of day
as I reside
under a large,
scraggly scrub pine.
I survey the store front
where I have located
my last two targets,
it seems like yesterday
when I took down the first
and now here I find
the last two
(deserving)
in a pool hall ,
well,
I could wait
for them to leave,
but since
this might be it
for awhile,
I’ll just go in
and turn it
from a pool hall
to a slaughterhouse.
I extend six tendrils
down my back
Like a cape
allowing them
to sway in the breeze
as I chew
on a hunk of flesh
I found in my pocket.
Surrounding myself in illusion
I leisurely
walk to the front,
go in,
then press my right palm
to the glass
sealing it with a black panel
then allow it
to expand,
blocking all the windows
so slowly no one notices.
I spot one by the bar,
the second
on the other side of the room
with someone,
I lick my lips in anticipation,
oh I’ve finally
come into
what I deserve,
tonight I shall
make the walls run red.
Casually,
I head to my closest prey
and stand directly behind her
with an evil grin
spreading across my face,
when she turns around,
she recognizes
the old face I’m wearing
and she goes white.
Raising my right index finger
to my lips
to make a shushing gesture
I bring my left hand
to her chest
and encase her
in a restraining band
and push her
into a stool,
she seems about to scream,
or cry,
neither will do………..
yet.
With a finger
I send a pin of blackness
through her lower jaw
and silence her.
Almost strutting
I go to the back door,
send a restraining band
through the handle
and bury it
in both sides of the frame.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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