Construction of Destruction

Standing,

Looking into me,

Staring

Into the essence of my creation;

I hold destruction in my hands.

 

Driving,

Speeding past,

The lights flashing through my vision-

Blurred with apprehension.

Tension in my wrists,

Fists clenched.

 

Breathing,

Choking on my thoughts.

Coughing up answers to the questions

You didn’t ask.

And under my breath I hear myself say

STOP…

But my voice is drowned out

By the music

In a neighbor’s yard.

 

Eyes piercing through the target

Into my own.

I see myself propped up by strings

And my hands are moving

But not at a will of my own,

Until-

My fingers grip the trigger

And they shake

 

To

And fro…

To

And fro…

 

Now all that’s left is letting go.

Author's Note

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