Downtown
Anna Sweger
He slowly stalked, surreptitiously sliding down the dark street.
She turns again, unsure, uncomfortable, as he adjusts his hood.
To him, this is merely going to the office, drinking coffee, and reading emails.
Her heart is a broken metronome, beating erratically as he nears.
His hand is a boa constrictor, tightening as life circles slowly down the drain.
She lets loose a silent scream, eyes pleading for mercy.
The deed is done, the silver fox slinks away, blending in with his surroundings.
Another day, another dead.
She turns again, unsure, uncomfortable, as he adjusts his hood.
To him, this is merely going to the office, drinking coffee, and reading emails.
Her heart is a broken metronome, beating erratically as he nears.
His hand is a boa constrictor, tightening as life circles slowly down the drain.
She lets loose a silent scream, eyes pleading for mercy.
The deed is done, the silver fox slinks away, blending in with his surroundings.
Another day, another dead.