Cannibal

by The Po whet   Jun 16, 2012


I pray on luck
that a prey I find by fluke,
my mouth waters ;
as I savour the taste of
my next kill.
temptation is my weakness :
the strength that keeps me going.
I can smell my 'holy' victim from afar
her body sprayed with chastity,
her breath smells of innocence.
I'll trail her silently
and before she knows,
I'll pounce at her neck
snapping life out of her.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is excellent and very dark - I probably would have put it in the dark section. I like the use of the homophone 'pray' at the start - very clever.
    Great write and all the best
    Ben

    • 7 years ago

      by The Po whet

      Thanks Ben for the comment and I must admit I was in dilemma as to which section to put it.

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