Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 I Show But Don't Tell

As in the darkness we two wait,

He often whispers to me here

Of his excitement that her fate,

By her footsteps,  is coming near.

These ladies of the evening walk,

Each into his trap set for them.

Then he with me gives each the shock

Of their lives, when they feel mayhem,

As with me, flesh is ripped and torn.

We leave each victim lifeless to

Be discovered next early morn.

He takes such pride in what we do.

As Jack the Ripper's knife I be

Silent on Jack's secrets with me.