The Vulture

March 18, 2010
By SaveThEmpty SILVER, Rathbun, Iowa
SaveThEmpty SILVER, Rathbun, Iowa
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On a hushed,


Somber night.
Walking, waiting


Tortured and drained.
Dirt shifting,


Sifting
Where I stand.

Thoughts drifting
In and out,


In and out
Like jarring breaths.

It was at this moment


When I felt eyes
Observing, watching,
waiting.

I squint for
my eyes to see
Piercing, perilous eyes,
a scavenger, staring at me.

Shadowy, and detached,


A devil in disguise
Pondering, imitating


My every move.









I wait,
Tormented and drained
As this devil in disguise
Feeds on my fears.


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