Pacing the street I stop; crouch on my feet and watch my prey. Feeling my heartbeat drop as I dodge the alley’s urban decay. Then I grin. My heart full of sin as my first victim comes into view. Tottering on tiny shoes like a porcelain doll. She’s a tasty morsel, of course I fix… Continue reading The lothario
Swipe left, swipe right with no end in sight. A meeting, a chance encounter, we flounder and fight, adrift in a sea of brief connections, ‘yeah, but what do you expect son?’ your mates cry.