It was a wary Wednesday morning when she entered with the throbbing heat.
Sashaying in stark sleeveless midnight over skull-and-crossbone culottes.
Flipping the knot in her ponytail and mounting a stationary bike.
Surveying the room and speed cycling with no scythe.
Finishing her set and vanishing in silence.
Leaving without unsuspecting souls.
By Mark Johnson
June 13, 2019