Easy Pickings

By Enigma Rose (crowfly)

Remembering her fragile grace
The way he made her bleed
The frozen wonder on her face
As he left with silent speed

He couldn't stand to hear her nag
All those reminders of his past
So one more for the body bag
And again the dice are cast

He packs more lies up in the car
As his anticipation grows
He finds a fresh one at the local bar
And her name's Enigma Rose

He says "Hey, why don't we take a walk?"
Offering his polished smile
Enigma leads him by the cock
As he says "Hey, I like your style!"

But his confidence begins to fade
As his darkness falls
While Enigma licks her sharpened blade
And aims directly for his balls.