Killing Time

I move quickly behind you ‘till I trip over garbage on the pavement.
You turn around and see nothing though I’m in the darkness.
I start to progress more casually as I lovingly observe you.
You glance back nervously, unappreciatively.
I take in your tall, thin, sweet figure.
Your breathing picks up and your footsteps quicken.
I gradually hasten to match your pace.
You begin a slight jog.
I speed up and run.
You scream curses at me to leave you alone.
I grin, admiring my marvelous persistence.
You dash toward your door, fumbling with your keys.
I push you inside, hungry with want, becoming an unwanted guest.
You kick, shriek, and protest.
I decide to carve you into an envious piece of art.
You redecorate your living room with your delectable red blood.
I take in the beautiful mess you’ve become.
You’re quiet; I can no longer feed off your fears.

I’m disappointed…