A still silhouette




Prompts a fracture in time.




A moment of euphoria,
A feeling sublime

Shadow folds over Stranger.
Stranger folds over prey
Eyes dim while screams fade,
A sharp exhale and so ends the day





He chortles and waves




Thinking nothing of the lives he broke




He inhales the stale taste of blood




Releases his fear in a single ring of smoke





He fingers his stringy curls,




His footsteps uneven and slow.




Tosses his cigarette and




Ignores the stained crimson snow





I hover over his shoulder.




And tap him a few times.




Though he never seems to care




That what he’s taken is mine.