Sunday, November 3, 2013



Elmast Kozloyan
 
RIGHT OF PASSAGE
 
I wanted to kill him
so I did
It seemed like the rite thing to do
I stretched his limbs
Tied them down
 to point
      North
West    East
      South
I burned his right arm
Froze his left leg
then amputated
just shy of living flesh
Continued this pattern
until he could take no more
sage burned
blood shed
sob-blinded
It was better he did not see
I carved out his heart
snipped a lock of hair
and placed them  in a silver case
Disposed of the remains
and went to bed
 
I don’t have time for boys anyway

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