Predator Echoes~

my killer walks

with a side gait

that announces his wound

I have never seen his eyes

but I know

they are cloud blue

from drinking my smoky jazz life

his mind is like a boombox

killer

sinner

fresh skin

peel each tattoo with the sharpest wit

I know what he wants

a variation

on the victim

 

today is a fine day

a sunny day

his eyes dream me through layers

of cobalt passion

and evergreen pain

crucify my wings

nail patterns

stretched against the horizon

pressed

into my cherry tree spine

 

my killer

watches

patience

he would pin me

inside the collection

that bleeds from his mind all over the space

he occupies

his halo filled with struggling girls

dying girls

but this time

he wants something different

a predator like himself

bleeding

her predatory victims

into his temples

 

killer

killer

his mind is a boombox

 

I wonder

what sounds

enter him

from within my own skull

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~some hominids seriously broadcast~

Reviews

[LilyT]

Don't play too hard with fate, Selene. This one is too close to your private hell. It's difficult to read because you've pressed your unique ink into it deeper than you should. Don't encourage the monsters. It won't ever end pretty.


he wants something different

a predator like himself

bleeding




Walk away.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

It's amusing though, to begin the game. They can't hide themselves yet to dance, taunt, and tease while they play their dark fantasies out in their mind. You summed up the way this goes, the descriptions were spot on.

[Lachenille Papillion]

exceptional, as is everything you pen. Pity the human inspiring this one ;)