Sneaking through the shadows.
Her crimson eyes searching
for the next meal.
Crawling through the broken crystal,
into the dark sheet of foil
wound around an oak pillar.

Approaching the silhouette,
suspended upside down,
between metal and cloth.
Suppressed by the straps.
The putrid smell of blood
and gasoline clouds the air.
The still breathing figure whispering for help;
that’s all he can muster.

She strikes at the frail life force he has left.
bringing silent relief
To the pangs in her stomach.
The serpent slithers off,
to steal another unfortunate soul.