April 28, 2009
By Samantha Park BRONZE, Fairfield, Connecticut
Samantha Park BRONZE, Fairfield, Connecticut
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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.

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