The Sinister
He tries to help her, a stranger on her own
With friendly and warm smiling face he offers his phone
She stands still and worries of his sincerity
He shows more welcome and says, “How ‘bout a ride until the city?”
She gets in the car with smiling face
Getting comfortable after awhile, she even plays with her dress’ lace
The 40 year-old man asks her how old she is
The girl answers, “ Well…old enough to do this.”
“What?”, the wise guy surprised of what comes outside her bag
A silver handgun in her grasp
He can’t believe it, he drives out of track
She grins, that guy just sends himself in a trap
“You pay my generosity with animosity.
What do you want, spare my life the least.”
“Oh, poor baby, now your money isn't my priority.
It just, your pure soul will complete our feast.”
Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2013
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