Act I – Selection of Prey

With twice-mirror-checked face of calm repose

surveys the candidates, ripe for picking.

He sniffs at the air, wrinkles up his nose:

whose confidence is real, who mimicking,

showing vulnerability and fear

of Fresher’s Week? His stamping ground. Fresh Meat.

And there she is – blue eyes bright, un-shed tear.

He moves in to welcome, smile, meet and greet.

Act II Closing In

Relief floods her face. This is so simple.

How can she not see what runs in his blood?

What lies beyond the smile and the dimple,

the lies he will tell, what plans are in bud?

Act III – Strike

A little bit drunk, a little queasy,

though eyes accuse him, he takes her all night.

But now it’s too fast, it’s far too easy.

He needed her screams, he wanted the fight.

He takes out the stocking -

she pulls out a knife.

She splits him in two

and leaves with her life.