John Grey

The Mugger

I wander the late-night streets,
clutching a head in a sack
to my chest.

A guy pulls a gun on me,
snarls, “That’s mine.
Hand it over.”

By his dark eyes,
pale cheeks,
crooked mouth,
I can tell he’s lying.

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