Listen my heart, capture his whispered breath,

Ever so tightly hold, conquer wings of death.

Upon release eyes closed; a calm, quiet, sigh,

It is okay my love, close your eyes, just die.

Closely I will follow, haunting melody I sing,

Will not hurt to much, perhaps you will not feel a thing.

I watch you, oh such a surprise expression you wear,

Tilted head, each move, I cannot help but stare.

Electrifying, mesmerizing, at the edge I wait,

Wondering, thinking, hoping it was not too late.

He jerks, once, then twice, again and again,

Biting my lip, I am anxious for the end.

So intense, quiet, they will come, they will hear,

I know, yes, I can see, your terror, feel your fear.

An agonizing scream, fresh meat on the menu,

A commercial break, a drink, before the movie continues.

© Cynthia Clark