Traffic lights

 

Piercing eyes gaze out as

the familiar streets roll on.

Another late-night taxi ride,

as the shadows beckon her

home before sunrise.

 

But something...

Something..

Something

doesn't feel right,

the driver's eyes

are all over her.

She can feel

their slimy surface

rolling over her pale skin.

Pouring through the mirror

warping her into something

she doesn't want seen.

She can feel them undressing

her velvet layers, holding down

her blackened wings. Triggered.

She shivers.

 

A grin, as he stares

back at the road.

She pulls down

her skirt to

cover any skin

and quickly she thinks,

panics.

Escape routes.

Traffic lights. Static.

 

Green.

 

Can I get him to stop?

How can I get out?

 

The radio rages

in her ears.

Some song

by the Smashing

Pumpkins, about

being a rat in a cage,

but all she hears

is a muffled heartbeat

as she checks the mirror again.

 

The eyes are

on her again.

This time

there is something

less human,

almost animal. 

A beastly

grunting snarl

of a stare.

 

She could swear

that in the

dull cab light

they glare...

 

Yellow.

 

Red.

Stop sign.

She screams. Rage.

He reaches over.

She snarls

and bares her teeth. Uncaged.

 

As the moonlight

glistens over her face,

to show her fangs braced.

A bullet with a smile

and sharp teeth, unleashed.

She swipes the hand away,

grips tightly to his neck

sucks his life like a cocktail.

 

And she sits back,

licks her lips,

and thinks,

you picked

the wrong fare today.

Sucks to be you.