hollow cavity,
the rot of ages could not enlarge,
then and now no heart to know
compassion.
I was that murderer, that blank
stare,
the beast inhuman that villagers
burned,
the tale parents spun for truant
children,
the terror at night, her eyes wide
and sightless in the dark.
I was the coward's knife from behind
tracing that second smile,
the hard unflinching fingers at her
neck,
the menace in the shadows,
unseen, unblinking, unwavering,
waiting for the moment,
that instant of inattention you gave
to me.
Your Kind buried me,
continues to bury me -
when you find me.
Yet somehow I am here.
Somehow I see you.
All.
Feast of abundance.
Docile herd.
I do naught but feed.
Here I am, lingering in my unmarked
grave,
listening beneath your home,
lying aside the path you walk,
crouching outside the chain link
fence,
one step from a window,
a face in the dark to view.
Look at me,
You perched atop society's pedestal.
I am in the crowd
waiting for the world to end.
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