Another Runner in the Night

Deep and dark is the place where my conscious goes,
to a place untouched by the glare of light.

I swish my cloak aside,
And listen with pleasure to my prey, affright.

The knife opens with a crisp click,
A sound I relish with the utmost delight.

And when I’m all done, just before she’s still,
Her legs jerk as they give that telling little kick . . .

Ah, it may have been cheap,
But dear Lord, what a thrill!