by Tiara Phalon
i caught him
gazing at my daughter
as she play with the wind running through her hair
and the sun in her laugh, and the leaves in the spin of her hips
i caught him gazing…
for a second longer than what made me comfortable
there was something about the way his lips parted
how his tongue slithered
to moisten his mouth
in a way that could be confused with a smile
that alerted my bowels
of what kinda creature he was
that let me know he was to be my prey
i would make an example out of him
for my daughter
and all those that came before me
before i left i sashayed my femininity
and batted my eyes
in a way that men of his caliber
could not resist
he found power in conquering
pussy
and i
was willing
i gave him my number
made up lies about play dates
and things parents are suppose to talk about
at parks
but i was aiming for the dark recesses of his heart
he was a fool
the fool he thought i was
so i played the part
he would be a martyr
for all of his kind
and all of mine
about a month later
after
many “play dates”
I invited him in person
for a weekend retreat in the woods
I let him have his way
smiled on the outside
cried on the in
as he begged me to call him “daddy”
remembered he liked my woman parts “baby girl smooth”
I mounted him
rode him into submission
like any beast
you tire, before you slay
I watched him sleep for that of an hour
my body and the cock tails I’d served him
would keep him in a wet dream
i slipped my hands between his thighs
listened to him moan
then i wedged my dagger
in his femoral artery
and watched
his
passions
bleed
like
symphonies
on white sheets
I covered him and the house with bleach
saved the last for his eyes
made sure not
to leave a trace
put a fire
to the place
was a note
written in crayon
“this is for every man, who see the innocent as prey”
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