Compulsion

The killer inside me says that all is normal and according to plan. My eyes scan the crowded room, that's when I notice her, tall, lithe and blond. A smile curving pouted crimson lips. Azure eyes filled with an innocence that feeds my lust, my instinct to possess then destroy. I look like everyone else that fills the room, the social smile, the witty banter, my camouflage. My mask securely