Footsteps Behind Us - Poem by Buxton Shippy
Footsteps behind us
Were approaching nearer;
Benji did not look back,
A voice inside me said:
'Don't run, just quicken your pace'.
Like an oven, my stomach burned
When a hand gripped my shoulder.
Briskly, I turned around,
Punched him with an upper-cut,
Placed my right knee in his groin;
He hit the ground with a muttered groan.
Found out later,
It was the serial killer
The police was after.
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