Hitchhiker (warning graphic)

Hitchhiker

You were asking for it
in your boots and tight jeans.
I pulled up, reaching over,
opening the door for you.
Smiling, I inquired
where you were headed,
knowing full well
you would never make
your destination.
You were completely
at ease, a predator
unaware of being stalked.
I had watched you
for weeks on end,
observing the children
on the playground.
You never saw me
stealthily watching you.
Suddenly, last week,
opportunity came calling.
You stepped off the curb,
striking a pose
sticking out your thumb.
I was ready and prepared
with a stranger's smile
and a can of soda containing
a date rape drug, Rohypnol.
Greedily, you drank of it
ever so willingly.
When you passed out,
I drove you to my
cabin in the woods,
where I secured you
to a table in the cellar.
Patiently I awaited your return
to the conscious world.
Jubiliant, to see
the shock in your eyes
like a small animal
caught in a snare;
the moment was delicious.
Over the next few days,
I surgically peeled
thin strips of your skin
from your naked body,
and extracted the nails
from their pink beds,
listening to the music
of your pleading screams,
and your confession
for love of little boys,
promising to give them up
if only I would let you go.
Regrettably, you died too soon.
I guess your faint heart
betrayed you by giving out.
I almost cried  in frustration,
for next on my agenda
was amputation.
From one predator
to another, you were
an abysmal disappointment.