THE WINE-BAR PREDATOR / by Joseph Castorino

 

This man insidiously seeks

his prey, in the new age of

Endarkenment.

 

Thirsting for personal

pleasure,

he’s on the lookout for

wicked delight.

 

Like many other men, he is

hungry

for hot hookups that will

satisfy his selfish soul.

 

His alert senses smell

loneliness

while it’s still

a mile a way.

 

Finding a foxy female

victim,

he prepares his

verbal venom.

 

Like a modern-day

Scarpia,

his wily words

harpoon her helpless heart.

 

Then the brutish beast

bites,

injecting sugar-coated

poison deep within her.

 

The venom twists and turns like a

serpent

through her veins and

aborts her hopes for true love.

 

Then he nonchalantly leaves her

carcass

on the bed and lets it

rot like roadkill.

 

The opposite of love is

not hate but

use.