Keegan Shepherd

She pointed to me in the courtroom. “How do you plead,” she yelled as the walls began to weep blood. Before I could claim innocence, she threw her gavel at my jaw. She laughed as I coughed teeth. “You know, the best thing about holding court is that I have three roles.” She pulled a noose from under her denim robe. “Judge, jury, and executioner.”