The Hidden
Hidden behind that smile,
hidden behind those tortured, cold eyes,
hidden behind that mask of strength,
simply an illusion, but an impenetrable disguise.
Now…
Under the cover of the twilight blackened sky and away from each and every searching eye, the once hidden awakens, knowing she can no longer stay concealed in the shelter of her lie.
Slowly…
She reveals herself, raising her sleepy head.
She tilts her ears to the bittersweet sound of the wind, as it softly calls to her in the silent serenity of another lonely night, from beginning to end.
The air seems to close in around her, suffocating her with the knowledge that the time for the truth of who she is was very close at hand.
She knows she must take leave of her bed.
The seconds that were at first whispered to her were growing impatient, now screaming without mercy, for her to find her calling, the place of the light, but first, she must face the bitter blackness to put an end to the debilitating dread.
Rising…
She places one foot in front of the other, bowing her head for forgiveness, knowing she no longer has control.
She was now betrayed by her body's needs and the suppressed hunger that demanded satisfaction.
Cautiously…
She steps away from her hidden domain.
Staring into the bleak oblivion, just up ahead, among the hovering trees with their whistling branches, and whispering leaves.
Somewhere…
Perhaps in the shadows, she knew she would find the unsuspecting object of her desires.
Her eyes traveled to and from, but saw everything with penetrating eyes, protective of herself, yet aggressive.
She was driven by some source that emanated from within, perhaps within her tainted soul.
She no longer cared; she could not change the forces within her.
She could not contain who and what she was.
She allowed herself, for the first time, to find acceptance of all the broken parts that made up the puzzle of the total that equalled her sum.
For the first time in her life, she felt a sense of freedom.
Now…
She ran with fierce determination, and the mask she wore was no longer a disguise; the only change was the pride that now filled her once cold and tortured eyes.
Her strength of will was strong, her senses perceptively keen.
She felt anticipation crawl across her skin as she took in the stifling scent of what undoubtedly was to become the fulfillment of her almost consuming hunger.
She carefully plans her moves and watches for the unexpected, catching the scent of her victim’s fear, breathing heavily as the reeking smell lies suspended in the suddenly still air… The terror unleashed from her target overtakes every inch of her with a cold-blooded excitement.
Suddenly licking her lips, she imagines the taste of her soon-to-be conquered meal.
Adrenaline pumps through her veins, the power she wallows in, taking her time to feel.
Then…
Through the oh-so-patient silence, with an unleashed, piercing scream, her intent is let known.
She attacks, silencing her victim of even a last breath into the now calm and what strangely seemed to be ‘relieved’ night air.
In this void, it seemed to perhaps even have sighed… after all, she had finally made her kill.