The Murder
Visitor
walking down the worn cobblestone path, past the old dead oak trees. at one time in the past i suppose it was all alive, how long ago? i don't know. death really never bothered me much, much less life. weeds and grass as high as my waist surround this area. the forest is reclaiming it's world back. i can never blame nor find the fault in any living for taking this action. the wild needs to be that, wild. as i continue to walk a ways down this unruly path i finally reached my destination. taking a few to look over my shoulder. i love stalking my prey but hate it when it happens to me. at this time, no one is stalking either. looking back straight ahead i level my gaze casting my eyes down.
"at last i found it." thinking to myself.
crouching down moving some grass out of the way. my lips, ever so slowly, form into a mischievous grin.
"perfect" i said more clearly. like i had to make an announcement to reassure myself. just three more pieces to go. only three more and then let's see...
"at last i found it." thinking to myself.
crouching down moving some grass out of the way. my lips, ever so slowly, form into a mischievous grin.
"perfect" i said more clearly. like i had to make an announcement to reassure myself. just three more pieces to go. only three more and then let's see...