...and I was running,
out of breath,
out of time,
nearly dead
my footsteps in perfect sync
with racing beats of my heart
His panting
amplified
over my
shortness of air
within reach, one attempt
to halt me in full stride
I **** left
into an ally
that I was sure
had two ways out
a near miss yet determined
to harvest from his prey
There were
cans dodged,
tramps hurtled
on every hasty turn
then a dead end, I slow
recuperating to inhale
“Was it left,
left then right?
Right, left
then right?”
As I turned to race once more
but, darkness had caught up
His breath
on me familiar
as I couldn’t
catch my own
and to no avail I struggled
growing limp in my attempts
I was his
for feeding,
subtly anguished
yet captivated
as he softly laid me back
exposing all that he was after
Madness rushes
through me
as his fangs
perforated lust
a cool hand neath my neck
draws me closer rhythmically
I’ve lost all strength
though want
to whisper
as he carries me away
“Please, do with me what you will.”
And I fade.