The Prey

I watch you move like an aerial acrobat, fearless yet
elegant, soaring against the delicate zephyr, with each
maneuver so calculated and captivating, almost hypnotic.

You hover around, waiting for that momentous time – the perfect
opportunity to display your ferocity, ascending like a saint from
the heavens before diving like a savage from the pits of hell.

From the very start, I know how this narrative ends. I watch you

move. You hover around and wait. You capture me, ultimately. I am
the prey you have been craving for. But I don't dare to escape.

You tear me apart,
    piece
        by
            piece,
                        viciously
                devouring
            every
        inch
    of
me.