Minding my own business
Sitting here in the dark
I hear the children playing
I feel so exposed at times like these
The light goes on in the bedroom
I can see the shadows of the children’s steps
They pull the draw open
Their eyes widen as they look at me
The older one picks me up
I can tell I am heavier than he thought
I am afraid of what I might do.
Why was I left alone with the children?
Where are their parents?
Don’t point me like that, I’m saying. Run!
“Don’t worry,” the older one tells his sister
My familiar roar explodes in the room
I am racing the small girl as we both fall to the floor
Screams follow
Life spreads out into the carpet
Lives are altered and ended
Don’t blame me
I had to pass through an adult’s hands to end up here
I did what I was made to do
Kill.
Thoughts at Large 