An Autumn Chill
Something caught her eye
Had she just seen it, or had she purposefully ignored it
That band of gold wrapped around a finger on his left hand - it bit
Making her seating a little uncomfortable – making her squirm - fidget.
He came here every week
With a group of his gentlemen friends
Laughing and talking about some game on TV to no end
But she paced herself, before on his soul, she would descend.
The hunting feed her hunger and consumed her in the chase
She easily envisioned them together, alone,
Entangled in bed, lost forever in her embrace
In her cabin, deep in the dark woods, a rather out-of-the-way place.
She had taken other lovers there many times before
Half-undressing them before they even made it through the door
He looked like easy prey, ignorant of what was in store
She felt her heart beating harder in her chest, as she wanted so much
more!
But what about his wife… maybe there were children…
She firmly shook the irrelevant images out of her mind
She had never cared before of her subject’s past or who might be left
behind…
Refocusing her attention again solely on him and the hours they would
be entwined.
(pause)
The fall leaves fell like little parachutes out of the sky down onto
the hard concrete,
As the chill took the air and a steady cold breeze swirled around their
legs and feet
Busy people on the city streets dashing here and there
With news of yet another man found dead on a rural road somewhere
As a woman walked among them, so unaware… so discrete
Stalking her next victim for a grown up taste of Trick or Treat.
(photo: unknown photographer)
