003
The whole building looked like a castle.
It’s roofs stretched high up into the sky,
ending in a point.
The exterior was a warm brown color,
encasing several covered windows.
Everything was just so perfect,
and I knew that that was never a good
thing.
“They’ll cut your head right open.” Judith told me.
I could feel her broken teeth stretching against my bare neck
and I wondered
why the man sitting next to me
wasn’t doing anything about her.
I was utterly defenseless, after all.
My whole upper body was encased in strong white fabric.
I found it funny
how they thought I’d spend my sweet time trying to put a knife
through their throats.
It’s not like I relish the feeling of taking lives
and putting them in the half-full jar
I keep in my back pocket.
My only excuse is their word,
and nobody even bothers to go looking for them.
So I’m blamed and slapped with the words
‘psychopath’ and ‘schizophrenic’.
“You will die in here, Beverly. That is certain.” Clarence said from my other side.
I could tell by the pitch in his voice that he was repressing a laugh.
“You deserve it, though. You killed your children, after all.” Bruce said.
“You told me to.” I replied to Bruce,
closing my eyes temporarily.
Hypocrites.
“Excuse me, Ms. Phyllis?”
The officer gave me an odd look.
I noticed that his fingers subconsciously twitched
towards his gun holster.
I acted like I hadn’t heard him,
and he noticed I wasn’t one for talking.
A few seconds passed before the doctors
urged me to get out of the car.
I felt the presences of my three guardian angels
disappear as I slid out of the car.
The old pickup truck window
had really masked the beauty of Topeka.
Without any barriers, I soaked up
all the death,
misery,
suffering,
and that’s how I knew.
This would be the perfect place to die.
not sure if i'm totally in love with this chapter. i'm trying to expand my horizons but it's hard not including some angsty and/or gory content in my poetry. but don't worry, we'll be getting to that soon. -attempts winking-
