Hollow Cavity
rot of ages could not enlarge,
then and now no heart knew compassion.
I was that murderer, that blank
stare,
the beast inhuman villagers burned,
tale parents spun for truant
children,
terror at night,
her eyes wide, sightless in the
dark.
I the coward's knife from behind
tracing his 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.
Your Kind buried me,
and buries still,
when you find me.
Yet here I wait.
All.
Feast of abundance.
Docile herd
upon which I feed.
I linger 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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