After the Fact

With this mask I am invincible

You are powerless to stop me

Footsteps like a beating heart

Your screams break the pattern

Deadly are my footsteps

You cannot escape, there is no need to chase after

When I am done, my crooked scythe will lay atop your bloody corpse

Author: Braden Snider

Cowley Student

Fall Contest 2021

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