She is….still alive?
Color drains from her visage
Blood pools on the floor
Strapped to the chair
Innocent virgin struggles
In vain…dripping veins
Captor … killer … waits
Inhaling her pain … her fear
Soon, the feast begins
Born on the Bayou, rolled with a Cajun Queen for awhile, chased down a hoodoo there and wishin he was a freight train. Nowadays mostly just a-chooglin’ on down to New Orleans.