Horror Story Waiting

He stood against the brick

In the shadows

Lurking like a rebel

As he takes another drag

And releases an ominous grey

The good girls all look over and sigh

His smirk wraps around it

And hides the mess inside

What lingers under the surface

The shadows hide his pale complexion,

The bags carved darkly under his eyes,

And the waning, disappearing figure

They hide the hunger growing

Deep in his bones

And shine behind his dark eyes

He can barely wait

To tear them apart

-Kel Dayheart

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