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bMelting/b
The look in those eyes
Drains all of the lawyer's jargon
Bifurcation, ex tempore hearings
Perceptual murmurings and psychological evaluations
The clucking diagnoses complete with condescension
Into nothing.
The muffled plea, watery
"Don't make me go"
From deep inside the closet -
Thin walls, shallow darkness
Powerless to keep a nightmare away.
The tiny fogged-up glasses
(Witnessing far too much for only seven)
Cloaking those damned greyish
Been to hell and back but still a baby
Eyes…
It's at that moment
I know
I would kill.
biThose /iTimes/b
It is one of ithose/i times -
When victims are six,
And the music is blaring loud to drown out possibilities of thought.
Those times -
When all that matters is smashing his Christmas ornaments on the front porch
loving every minute of the twisted metal biting my hands
and the powerful swing of the hammer, the freedom it stages.
When all that matters is making it through the shards, minute by minute
And avoiding the gaze that taunts from the wall.
(Those seconds stretching into years,
Where tiny glasses fog from blurry eyes and the red cheeks rage.)
Those times.
You pitiful excuse for a rock -
(So much for those high walls too long in coming)
before a feeble attempt can be made
Against lapsing into the mediocrity and superficiality
that you have grown to despise,
It's too late.
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