Judgment Moment
He could see
through the faint frost
on the window pane
that the city in the afternoon rain
had turned into a charcoal sketch
of varying shades of gray with,
here and there, streaks of deathly white
and smudges of bloodied red.
And each word
that the magistrate
slowly uttered sounded
remote and dull like raindrops falling
into a dark, deep well, stirring a susurrus
that chilled and scared his heart
that jackhammered his chest declaring:
beyond reasonable doubt, guilty!
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