Clinging to the wall like a shadow
His beady red eyes widening with evil anticipation
As he comes ever closer
To the innocent object of his desire.
Softly still he crosses the threshold
Between the corridor and the chamber
With all the sound of a crow hopping across a field at dawn
Plucking hapless worms from the bosom of the earth
And rending them asunder in its filthy beak.
He has no beak, but a sinister little mouth
From which no word of truth is ever spoken
And ruby-red lips, strangely delicate in their own way
Trying in vain to conceal
His vicious, glistening teeth.
As he leans over her and thirstily licks his chops
His marble complexion seems to glow a bit brighter
He drapes one arm over her and cranes his head down closer
Until he is inches from her soft flesh
And whispers in a low, beguiling voice,
“Have you been injured in an accident?
I can get you a large cash settlement.”
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