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Metamorphism

when he was six,
    he cringed in fear
       recalling nightmares
          of being chased
            by those who would,
               with a scalpel, peel off,
               scrape away and then
            wear his own skin
         and make him watch
       the whole diabolical,
    gory, sadistic ritual, 
in his mind...


now at twelve,
    he has outgrown that,
       but fear has given way
          to psychotic cruelty
            as he salivates
               with maniacal glee,
               blasting away at
            enemy spacecrafts
          crisscrossing
       vertiginous galaxies
   on his PC monitor, 
in his mind...

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