Ends
ends in a parking lot,
alone with a scream.
his finger’s still
on the trigger.
crimson shield
with the pulse
of a coward.
the inkblot rug
a psychotic freeze
to be analyzed.
the rigor mortis statue,
placed in hell’s museum —
an unmarked grave,
no love could save.
victims of violence
brought back to life,
at the Creator’s command.
He holds their hands.
cerulean sky in open eyes.
thankful hearts satisfied.
3/21/2018
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