Red, rich. Streaming across a black sky, dark
creeping in from all corners, an invite
to play. To flee from the killer, a stark
warning to run before his teeth maim, bite
as the blood drips down her neck, warm. It’s wet,
she imagines, an alluring mark of
beauty, pain. She is desperate to bet on
the malice in his eyes, a pledge of love
turned dangerous, cold. Her body stops, still.
He treads, snar...