Hunt

"If you use to much soul it's easy to lose control of the situation at hand. Maintain composure," I utter to myself while knowing I can't. In a packed room I feel the targets presence and bite my tongue. The surrounding people are just trees in the forest where I hunt. Brushing shoulders and weaving slowly towards the prey I want. Knowing if at anytime I'm spotted the hunted will run. I'm no fan of confrontation, just a respect fanatic with precise concentration. One goal is to be achieved and that's bringing home the prize, they bigger it is the more to eat so I welcome size. Just then I arrive and we lock eyes like a romance movie, he appears to want to cry. I engage, envelop in passion laced with rage, attacking first.... no time to waste. I feel the fear and taste the blood, losing is always an option but never a thought. No words exchanged yet still had a talk, my fix of respect fills my veins as I turn and walk. Now the tides have turned as the hunter becomes the hunted.... soon he will learn.... I have more to earn. -LIV