She saunters by, with her shoulder length bob
and her dark blue lipstick, when time stops for me.
My mind, my thoughts, are drawn back to her past,
her very recent past,
when she drew into her lover's embrace.
Nuzzling her chin nearer his exposed and vulnerable neck
she opens her mouth wide, and I find my body tightening.
My eyes wince, my stomach churns, as I behold her prominent fangs,
penetrating into her victim's soft and unwilling flesh,
and with twisted revulsion, I witness the writhers and squirms
of his fading mortality. The blood streams down his back,
crookedly, due to his final struggles,
when shudders return me to the present.
My eyes lock in on hers, and she smiles, yes,
a most seductive smile,
as she draws her hand across her bosom.
Each of us then assumes the role of the predator.
The first assuming superiority towards the other,
the other knowing full well of her sinister intentions.
But both entering and mingling with the darkest of webs.
As she begins her casual approach towards me, I know
that only the coming of morning will signal which of us
will still draw breath for the following day.
I pray it wlll be me./