He tilts his head
To the girl walking past.
She diverts her eyes, she is smooth and fast.
His lips turn down
He takes a glance at the floor
And when he looks up, he is human no more.
In a second, he transforms
Hurt man to seething beast.
His minds are raging storms
And his hate is ready for release.
It takes only a suspicious look
Or a slight misstep
And his wrath is unhooked.
You ought to watch out, girl
For he'll get you, too.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
He tilts his head
To the girl walking past.
She diverts her eyes, she is smooth and fast.
His lips turn down
He takes a glance at the floor
And when he looks up, he is human no more.
In a second, he transforms
Hurt man to seething beast.
His minds are raging storms
And his hate is ready for release.
It takes only a suspicious look
Or a slight misstep
And his wrath is unhooked.
You ought to watch out, girl
For he'll get you, too.
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