We’ll Cross That Bridge

Over the bridge came a man thinking foul thoughts. Strangulation, manipulation, derange, revenge, spite, and hate, combined brew the disastrous cocktail.

His eyes nearing mine were discolored to hues of gray, bulging in their sockets.

Behind the asymmetrical smile beheld worlds charged with pure negative energy, kept on a leash by trembling lip. He finished crossing. Standing inches away from me I could make out every droplet of the sweat on his cracked forehead.