Prying index and middle,

peaking beyond the blinds.

Squinting to sustain clear view,

puzzled to what he'll do.

Stalking the silhouette,

massive, and masculine,

rapid and erratic,

yet confident, composed,

precise and punctual.

Wandering suspicious, no plan,

Determined to confront this man,

for comfort and confirmation.

Must have ran off.

Unexplainable erie vibes,

this person created inside.

I waited until daylight,

neighbors left off.

Questioning myself,

and the herd.

Responding timid,

or rehearsed!

Why were people,

so scared of this man?

Pure evil,

each were saying!

As night settled,

so did my plan.


I met the man crossing beside prickly bushes.

Standing face to face, his scars substituted.

Where his face, was...