�It�s Not Mine�

Running like the wind

Flying through the trees

Blood drying on his skin

Forming sticky rivers

 

Under cover of darkness

Sneaking through the shadows

Knocking on the door

He waits only moments

 

She stares in growing horror

The blood-soaked man smirks

Shaking she looks him over

Only to find no wounds

 

He backs her into the room

His smile widens at her shock

“Don’t worry”, He says finally,

“It’s not mine.”