The third body

Hiding in a dark, wet cave

Crouched in a corner

Staring with a single, glassy eye

Peering through a wild tiger’s mane, voluminous and orange

A bright fire against the cloak of darkness

Legs pressing against tight pleather

Threatening to rip right through

Face thick with layers of cream

Like a papier mache doll

 

The third body, vacant, waiting, in the back of the dark, wet cave

 

For Detective Mahoney to discover the clues

Figure out their bizarre meanings

And piece them together

Creating a trail to a sick monster