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...
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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