Predator - December 20, 1998

i can see my reflection

illuminated

in the beads of sweat

glistening

on his cold, smooth skin

as he switches on his zippo

lights the tip of his cheap cigarette

holding the flame there a little too long

i stand

transfixed

by the brilliant orange hue of the paper

as he inhales deeply once

tosses the cigarette aside

and moves in for the kill