Time crawls slowly as my mind focuses.
One shot, silent.
Second shot, no one notices.
Third shot, he falls to the ground.
Timing is key.
The images of the assassination
run circles in my mind,
did I do it right?
The tiles fly underneath me
as I run on the hot rooftops,
jumping from house to house
in a way no one can spot me.
I’m like a hawk,
my eyes focusing
on the hideout right before me.
My mind starts to wander-
no, it can’t wander-
I need to focus.
Even the birds, flying beside me
don’t make a sound-
they know I can’t be spotted.
My father was killed by
the man I just murdered,
a harsh man who knew nothing of guilt-
a man of power.
Why must the powerful
kill the poor-
the lesser of the rich and famous?
It was treason, they said.
He was a criminal, they accused.
But, in reality
they were the murderers,
the cheaters and the thieves.
Besides, the man of power
got what he deserved.
I, however was never there.
About the Creator
Callie Cox
I am an English major in college. I live in Indiana and go to Ivy Tech Community College.
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