By Steve Dixon

It’s dark. I check my watch. Its close to twelve
The midnight sleeper from Phoenix has just pulled in
I clutch onto worn ticket stubs. I can’t lose these
The latest one reads 23A; an aisle seat
But then, I stop cold.
A poster at the bus station
Displays a horror;
WANTED: Gustav Jackson
aka The Cardinal
MURDERER
(His latest victim.
19 year old Malory Tomkins)
SATANIST
(Decapitated and left to
decompose on a disused church’ altar)
RAPIST
(Communion cups smeared
with menstrual blood)
Morbidly fascinated
Aroused even
Senses heighten
Pulse racing
Vivid dreamlike scenes engulf me;
Mutilation
Ritual Sacrifice
Wanton lust
This mugshot isn’t the face of pure evil. This is not the killer
They’re looking for the wrong man.
The last passenger disembarks. She’s young,
Beautiful and blond. She drops her ticket.
ROW 12
I’m free.
SEAT B
To kill. Again.