Footfalls softly on the ground the air disturbed by breath,
The smog clings tight to sharp eyesight which disappears as death,
She blinks and with a whimper, holds the torn sleeve of her jumper tight,
And catching the faint smell of sweat, stumbles furthur into the night,
The blood it laps the ground with a burning crimson tongue,
And tastes the oil that from the back of fogged up cars has come,
She tries to run, and halts to drag the last vague rasps of air,
That fall before her on the path and scratch their fingers through her hair,
Pulling her back, the voice it shatters silence, jagged edge of knife,
The sound that pierced the molten sky and threatened to steal her life,
He could be close, but where? Hiding in the dense and heavy mist,
So near and crouched, or far away, the glint clenched in his fist,
He smelled her pain, her sensed her fear he crept on silent claw,
With eagerness dripping from greed soaked lips his pupils wide, in awe,
The flicker from the streetlamp caught the silver in his palm,
The sick anticipation reflected from an inner desire to harm,
His racing heart paced faster, his ears pricked, desperate for noise,
He found what he was craving, the one thing that he enjoyed,
He yelped and in an instant sunk his teeth into her knee
She screamed and cried in anguish as the wound began to bleed,
He licked the garnet stream until it meandered down his face,
And pushed his weight upon her, in a hunger fuelled embrace,
Her body jerked and squirmed her eyes began to burst,
He sucked up every splat of blood yet did not quench this thirst,
A monster, or a man? You wonder, where this craving first did start,
A flow of anger to the head, or a beating to the heart?
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