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The Reasoning of Jack

I heard their giggles
of innocence,
as they quickly walked
the dark street,
on which my home
rested.
To them I was only
a story,
with the look of a shadow,
blending into the alley.

Their screams of blood
filled the air--

I cannot tell you why
I do such deeds--
but the heat of their
blood,
the pitch of their final
gasps,
of life that I steal
out of their bodies--
the helpless desperation
in their voices,
fills me with sexual
ecstasy--
it giveSJJ1€Mfleeling
I cannot explain--
but their music
makes me want
to dance.

Cyndy Walsh

Contrast Spring 1988