She Died Smelling Pretty

He watched from a distance,
A faraway place,
Where no one can see him,
A place where he is safe.

He looked through the translucent glass,
The girl puts on perfume,
Though her scent did not need it,
For she was forever in bloom.

The girl knew not of his following,
The way he carefully stalked.
She didn’t know the things she was doing,
Were things he never forgot.

He would look through the blind less window,
All night and through the day,
For he was a widower,
Stalking his beautiful prey.

His wife had died many years before,
A knife to the throat,
He was the one who killed her,
Then left her afloat.

The police would never know anything,
Not if he had a say,
For he killed every one of them,
That would ask him where he was that day.

Many years had passed by,
He moved to a new state,
He watched the girl he loved so much,
He could never get away.

He watched as the girl left her house,
And walked into the street,
He snuck away like a mouse,
And hid behind a tree.

She walked past the library,
And passed by the school,
She walked into the dark alley,
And sat on a stool.

While walking towards her,
He stepped on a piece of trash,
Making her look up at him,
Like he had just been in a car crash.

The girl stood to her feet,
Tears running down her face,
The man walked carefully towards her,
He approached in a steady pace.

“Dear girl, please don’t fear me,
I’m not here to do you harm,
I’m here to help you of your sorrows.
What has you in alarm?”

The girl sat back on the stool,
Her face back in her hands,
The small whimpers left her lips,
He crouched from his stance.

“My boyfriend,” She cried, her voice cracking,
“He loves me no more,
He sees other girls in secret,
I can see him through the door.”

Rage filled the middle aged man,
His heart poked with needles,
Though his heart was not broken,
It felt like it was crawling with beetles.

“Why don’t you come with me?
Run away from this home.
We can be together forever,
And soon children would come.”

The girl looked up once more,
Realizing the man’s style,
He was not there for comfort,
For he was a pedophile.

“Get away from me,” her voice filled with fright,
“Why are you here?” She asked.
She stood to her trembling feet,
Her fright was now masked

The man growled as he stepped closer,
His plan shall work no longer,
The pain in his heart was growing,
It made him no longer stronger.

“You don’t know what you do to me girl,
You fill my mind with wonder,
Every night I think of you,
And imagine what you ponder.”

“You want to know what I ponder,
You’re nothing but a creep!
Get away from me you crazy man,
Run away and leap!”

Now standing in front of her,
He growled once more,
He saw a glint of silver in the corner of his eye,
And grabbed it to show her.

The piece of metal he grabbed was sharp,
He pressed it to her neck.
He was going to have kill her,
‘Twas he, he had to protect.

The fear in her eyes failed to soften,
Although he loved her,
He could not let her live any longer,
She wouldn’t run away forever.

Slowly he applied great pressure,
Her blood slowly seeping,
He placed his hand on the back of her neck,
Until she was forever sleeping.

She fell limp in his arms,
Blood pouring through,
She fell limp in his arms,
He imagined her saying “I do.”

“I love you my dear,” he whispered,
“I know we’ll be together,
We’ll confess our love every night,
And hold each other forever.”