Often in books, films, and plays, someone is killed and someone does the killing. We see it in sci-fi and dystopia (sometimes on a mass scale), murder-mysteries, historical and war stories, and in many other genres.
There’s killing of people, demons, and aliens. Authors are encouraged to kill their darlings. We can also kill a flame, whether it’s to put out a candle, smother an idea, or murder a spouse’s love interest (in stories only, please).
The poem below is about a protag haunted by his own past. Since Past is a formless phantom, he evades death, causing the protag to flee down a road leading to an undefined future, where the scenario is likely to repeat.
Past pursues me
Over landscapes fair or torn.
At last, breathless, I turn;
I smite him with my sword.
But through a spirit my blade only passes,
Sliced figure soon reformed,
Already moving, reaching, as I whirl–
At a run, flee on road unknown.
~Eva Blaskovic (2016-2017)