Rhiannon Scase

Rookie (06/06/1989 / Castleford, West Yorkshire)

Through The Eyes Of The Predator - Poem by Rhiannon Scase

I grin in pleasure as I watch instinctively
From the unsuspecting shadows.
As he smugly walks at a slow,
Constant pace, not knowing what the
Night has in strore for him.
I close my eyes and listen to his foot steps,
Hearing his next movement in sync with his last.
I hear his small heart beating as though
Unaware of my presence.
I smell the blood before it pours
And caress my lip with my tounge
As I taste the sweet red liquid.

Comments about Through The Eyes Of The Predator by Rhiannon Scase

  • (7/2/2008 4:55:00 PM)

    I don't know whether to cheer this or lament it. I was a well done
    short feature film. But I wonder who watches such things and why.
    I praise the skill. Lament its use.

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  • (4/1/2008 5:00:00 PM)

    Very dark very disturbing I enjoyed this well done (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

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