The First Murder Was Mine

There were more children dying

in the streets by the hand of classmates

 

than of natural causes this year

in my village off Misery Bay.  It was

 

different for my generation simply called

X. The first murder my eyes witnessed

 

was of myself.  We were called latch-key

kids.  Latches could never lock the scary away from

 

these kids, because we were so sure we weren’t

scared we invited the slashers to be our babysitters

 

through the boob tube.  Kids who were always

afraid of sounds in the dark

 

because the zombies had just tasted the mindless

right in front of us while we stared

 

stilled in our spots by fear of death.  This generation

now, has no fear of death because so many of them live

 

in hell. Death might just be better

~~~~~~~~~~than the horrors our community gives

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~to so many of them.

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