Long columns pace the darkened hallway, tracing the celestial body’s light; cast through the window pane- apprehensively provoking the prowler’s motives. The pilferer breathes silently anticipating the warm collar of his victim tucked beneath his fingertips. Lashing his tongue cross his dry dry rim, savoring the sweet nectar of those long columns as they pace pace pace through the darkened hallway. Caught in those red emaciated headlights, the game takes for an egress. Unfortunately for the prey, his lurker, as if by necromancy, teleports to every possible exit, and anticipating in the hindmost seat until his reflection reveals his identity in that fixed mirror. His character becomes clear as the predators’ voice quivers the simple moan of a man that experiences the primal movements of a pendulum. The Sadomasochist breathes passionately with every rhythmic stroke of that belligerent blade, as it caresses the skin in a sanguine fondue. Beat beat beat of that pumping organ mirrors the beat beat beat of the knife puncturing the flesh causing it to surge onto the fabric on which they lay. Both organisms stop, breathless, disgusted- Inquisitorial of their deeds. One last exhale as they both release in their organic struggle.