She approached from behind
He was rocking slowly and mumbling to himself
He seemed unaware of her presence
But his rocking slowed imperceptibly
Whatever kept him company knew she was near
And she stepped back in fear
She began to speak but paused to search her words
His head tilted slightly as if he knew
She would speak to them soon
His rocking increased and she saw drops of blood on the wood
Dripping from his wrists onto the floor
She stepped back again- closer to the door
The scent in the air was rare
Fear boiled down to what would be left
And then burned and burned
Black as hatred and filling the air
It filled the room although still very rare
She asked about the blood
She asked about the aroma of fear and death
His rocking never paused
And his words mixed with his breath
She moved closer to hear his response
And never saw the dagger in his fist
He was smiling and showing all his teeth