I watched you dance through the rain-streaked window
swaying to a song only you could hear
oblivious to the danger just beyond your door
I crept up on your porch, thunder muting my steps
still watching you glide over the tile floor
I wondered if you were in there alone
My hand is against the glass now, shadowing your neck
the chill down my spine not from the cold
my claws scratching against the window pane
The latch barely creaked as I slipped inside
your back still turned facing the wireless
nothing between us but a thin cotton sun dress
Our eyes met in the stainless steel reflection
but you weren't alarmed or frightened
but casually reached for your sharpened blade
