
Eyes close
and what was today
erased in one fell swoop
a thoughtless action
done without will
or want, or care
a movie, black and white
a classic brought
to a forefront
twin screens
ever so slightly out of synch
one, fast forward
the other reverse
events shown as
flashing pauses in time
cranial stress
emanates
another thoughtless gesture
as hand is brought
to brow
epidermis crinkles
as it is caressed
exhaling frustration
pained, empty
last act of a long day
donning headdress
composing sincerity
with the never ending
self debate
of a life chosen
"God, some days I hate this"
the uniformed messenger
announces his presence
sour mash in stomach
white innocent snow
litters the blue of the uniform
here standing
to serve and protect
only this time
serving the wishes
of a dead parent
as the door opens
and distraught horror
greets him
he hears
"Yes a life chosen"
"Hello Ma'am. I'm Constable..., could you please sit down?"
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