Prelude to the void
At home in the shadows he waits, perched on a rooftop, ducked in an alley. You’ll see him first when it’s the last thing you’ll ever see. Cloaked in a mysterious veil of instability that can only dissolve any inclination of sanity and/or mental stability that can otherwise give you a sense of humanity in hopes to save your life. One loose cigarette wedged above each ear waiting to have the pleasure of smothering under it’s masers breath, he watches. The moonlight as a beacon he stalks and surveys the situation with a precision only mastered by one who destroys to survive.
He sees her, angelic by nature, yet jaded in demonic properties only he can distinguish by means of association. She moves in the darkness of the street like one who has been accustomed to the night, the money, the men. She’s a whore. Judgment is swift and irrefutable, in this case no emotions to hold back the urge to cast. His nostrils flare with the sent of her convictions and do everything but halt his increasingly advancing steps.
He then leaves his shield of concealment behind and begins the hunt. One before he thinks to himself, unsheathing one cigarette from his ear he lights it, loudly. She turns to look. Nothing, barely the soft calm strokes of the wind reside in the instant where he use to inhabit, she’s amused not knowing this is the last fake smile she’ll ever produce. An uneasy smile at that, one to present when being teased by an ethereal amusement projected by vague risk of death. Searching the street she asks “Who’s there?” she smiles still, like an idiot.
In the corner again, he exhales. Still behind her he inhales a bright orange ember. She knows now that the last cock she sucked was the last cock she’ll suck, and she says “why me, why now?” She begins to sob and shake and proceeds to fall to her already rug burned knees. From behind her rapidly descending mascara she shouts “you bastard! All I ever wanted was to be heard! These men…” she hard sniffs back a whimper.. “they listen, they all listen. Even if they don’t love me” she stops searching for the face of her killer and scrambles to her feet.
Running, she leaves the frail over hang of the street light in attempts to escape. To no avail she’ll never best him. At top speed she still shouts to the night “fuck you” sniff “fuck you, coward show yourself, say something! She stops “at least let me hear the voice of my redeemer, my life has only been mysterious men, and that’s all it will ever be!” He flicks away what’s left of the ember and drops down from over head like a falling star. Arms engulf her soft white neck, quickly air is a memory. He whispers into her ear with eyes closed, he says “It only gets better” and with no further a due snaps her neck like a twig and brings her to the ground, slow. She’s still warm. He walks away from the dumpster after setting it ablaze, with her body inside.
Then with the last cigarette from his ear he lights it and thinks to himself….
One after.
He sees her, angelic by nature, yet jaded in demonic properties only he can distinguish by means of association. She moves in the darkness of the street like one who has been accustomed to the night, the money, the men. She’s a whore. Judgment is swift and irrefutable, in this case no emotions to hold back the urge to cast. His nostrils flare with the sent of her convictions and do everything but halt his increasingly advancing steps.
He then leaves his shield of concealment behind and begins the hunt. One before he thinks to himself, unsheathing one cigarette from his ear he lights it, loudly. She turns to look. Nothing, barely the soft calm strokes of the wind reside in the instant where he use to inhabit, she’s amused not knowing this is the last fake smile she’ll ever produce. An uneasy smile at that, one to present when being teased by an ethereal amusement projected by vague risk of death. Searching the street she asks “Who’s there?” she smiles still, like an idiot.
In the corner again, he exhales. Still behind her he inhales a bright orange ember. She knows now that the last cock she sucked was the last cock she’ll suck, and she says “why me, why now?” She begins to sob and shake and proceeds to fall to her already rug burned knees. From behind her rapidly descending mascara she shouts “you bastard! All I ever wanted was to be heard! These men…” she hard sniffs back a whimper.. “they listen, they all listen. Even if they don’t love me” she stops searching for the face of her killer and scrambles to her feet.
Running, she leaves the frail over hang of the street light in attempts to escape. To no avail she’ll never best him. At top speed she still shouts to the night “fuck you” sniff “fuck you, coward show yourself, say something! She stops “at least let me hear the voice of my redeemer, my life has only been mysterious men, and that’s all it will ever be!” He flicks away what’s left of the ember and drops down from over head like a falling star. Arms engulf her soft white neck, quickly air is a memory. He whispers into her ear with eyes closed, he says “It only gets better” and with no further a due snaps her neck like a twig and brings her to the ground, slow. She’s still warm. He walks away from the dumpster after setting it ablaze, with her body inside.
Then with the last cigarette from his ear he lights it and thinks to himself….
One after.