Heartbeat Hammering in time To feet pounding on Empty streets A fearful glance over a shoulder Lungs burn Legs ache Cannot stop Not safe yet
Turn a corner and Lean on a wall To catch a second wind Hacking thickened spittle Out of a throat Raw from screaming into The unending, deaf night Hand on chest, feel The staccato rhythm, before Turning to walk home.
Surprise as a flash of light Made solid Slides into supple flesh Screams are silenced as Legs collapse. The scent of life fills the air. Shivering in cold confusion Why? Darkness nibbles the vision away Until all is covered.
Hungry eyes watch as Life pools on the concrete Then the fun begins Hacking, tearing Ripping Into pieces. Darkness stands. Wipes the blade clean Walks away, whistling a merry tune
It was fun, my dear. We must do it again.
Another of my 'hate the world' pieces. I also enjoy reading about Jack the Ripper, and he inspired this piece.