His latest conquest hung on his arm
oozing fatal allure of ten-day-old roadkill.
He had taken to picking off bruised stragglers;
even for him this was a new low.
Unsure whether to pity this one, or loathe her,
she walked away.
Not for her the glazed, vicarious experience
of slavering emotional cannibalism in action.
She'd lived it and was replete, for now.
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