I stalked her through a horror film
with malice in my grin.
I dressed myself in leather
stretched so tight across my skin
that, oxygen denied, I turned
the pink of sweating flesh
and when the screaming started
I would with her terror mesh.
I followed her through wrong and right
despite the danger there.
Her heaven scent was wafting and
My gaze swallowed her hair.
I caught her 'neath the railway bridge
where we could be alone,
I pinned her up against your wall,
sick fantasies to hone.
Your conscience could have stalled this act,
played out in your back yard
if cowardice had not found you
to your brave act discard.
Instead I have my way and leave,
my sated lust now spent.
I'm laughing at your gutless life, victim,
now go repent.
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Author Notes
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What lengths will we go to in order not to notice, and what constitutes a victim?
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