waxing streets a maze of affluence
Those spots of hidden lightlessness blockade a fear
So few can hear, shadowed an paired
The gentle raps slide close behind
A soft rustle the only hint
Breathes quicken as footsteps follow
A burst of slick fear the final taunt
Sudden claws wrap around the soft flesh
The neck bared to chilled midnight air
A shock smothered screams
Cruel fingers tear away shields of appearance
Barren and defaced,
fast harsh strokes rip through the night
****** lips whisper nothing
A rustle is all that tells of a loss
the click of steps recedes into a gathering dawn