Final Kill

Death, loss

 

She watched him for a moment,

doing the best to keep from shaking,

her body in pain, and her body aching,

she had to accept the fact,

it was so painstaking,

his stare,

made it very clear,

she took a deep breath,

nodded weakly,

invited death,

his face was dirty and smelled of rot,

her stomach tied in a knot,

for her it was a tragedy,

for him it was a thrill,

as he went in for the final kill.

Reviews

[Robert Francis Callaci]

When I read this piece my mind envisioned the narrator as a deer- The hunter appeared to her as a living corpse ready to inflict his final blow. Enjoyed....

my warmest
bob

[Legion]

A twisted end like a twisted knife. Interesting. Kudos.

"his stare, made it very clear". I like that line the best.
Good rhyming.