Stalker

Hiding in the cupboard, veins pumping full of blood In the dark, between clothes The smell of moth balls in his nose Waiting in silence He needs patience As he replays his fantasy Planning each move precisely A key unlocks the front door She has returned from the store Unknowingly she locks herself in With him, let the fun begin He stays silent, waiting for his prey to relax As he watches her through the cupboard cracks She sings a song in her pretty voice Unaware she is the killers’ choice Overwhelming voices in his head “Slice her up”, his God has said So he follows the orders from above Preparing to display his sick love He believes he is doing her a favour Saving her from the World, he’s her saviour The touch of his knife will free her soul From her tormented life, that is his goal She enters the bathroom to wash her face He moves from the cupboard with cat-like grace Now she’s drying her face with a towel He runs at her with a menacing howl Thrashing violently, like a fish out of water Gouging what she can to escape her slaughter He tries to calm her as he says in her ear “I’m here to help you, there’s nothing to fear”. Confusion seeps into every corner of her mind As the killer produces the glinting knife from behind He runs his hands over smooth skin on her neck Searching for the carotid, finding a pulse to check The rapid beating gives him great excitement As he slits her ear to ear in one quick movement Her screams are silenced, her blood flows free Her eyes glaze over...her soul is free. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ©copyright Juanita Torr ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ****For the "Sinister" poem competition 29/03/13