Wrongness Dread crawls up your armOn Sprightly legsYou cannot shake the feelingOf a wrongnessAs you stand there at twilightDark on a moonless nightBeside the empty eyes of a strangerThat shine under the glare of a moving trainCloser now, he creepsLe...
On Sprightly legs
You cannot shake the feeling
Of a wrongness
As you stand there at twilight
Dark on a moonless night
Beside the empty eyes of a stranger
That shine under the glare of a moving train
Closer now, he creeps
Leaning, leering, targeting, choosing,
Will you be next?
As you debate whether to run or face your fate
His asymmetrical grin grows
His movements jerky, he’s been made
What will you do?
Thick blankets spread out in your dry throat
Can you cry out?
He turns to face you, a blessing to his hunger
Can you run?
Not a moment for impotent rage now
A moment for caution, a moment for speed
Open your eyes wide, pupils dilated
It’s crazy time
Saliva pools from your dry lips as you bare your teeth
A hiss here, a growl there
Fingers become claws as you prepare to fight
Disappointment clouds his features
Doubt dulls eyes once bright
You’re not on the menu tonight.