He was flush among
the soggy stench filled corpses...
This open grave.
his solace.
As he soaked up
the essence of earth
to ameliorate.

I watched as the blood
slithered from his neck
and toward the dash.
Mediating the two sides
flooding the car
with his sick filth.
That .38 wound
was
responsive
and from his seeping soul
I held fast to this
pinch of hope,
remaining..

In attempts to flee
his taloned grasp
I filled his lungs with spirits.
But those slitted eyes
saw opportunity, instead
to lash.
In sly distraction,               I
dis   a   p     p        e            a           r          e                                  d.
or,
so I thought.

It wasn't love
nor longing.
But pure possession.
Not just the optics,
but his entire span!
from flesh to aura
expelled a deep hue
of acrimony
    a spitting venom
        gazing a vengeful scorn.

I don't recall the trigger
of what brought that
dark figure to my doorstep.
But he came
with a sinister sneer
demanding all I truly cherished.
And I was overrun by
terror!
my tongue held fast
against my hard willed attempts.
With perspicacity filling in
the formulation
must now
commence