Ummm...a true story...I was seven years old at the time...
This was one of those life changing moments that caused me to reflect on my place in the world and how it was...deciding...that led me into that
Before you ask...yes...I contemplated things of this nature at that age...
What is this need, this careless disregard, this destructive factor that we carry deep within?
What causes us to step on spiders and pull the wings from flies?
Paperclips and rubber bands, a touch of dark mischief, a pond in spring. These, the ingredient’s of a day in my youth.
A boy, with haunting in his smile.
I remember it so clearly.
Almost, I can breathe again the scent of life, relived.
There I was, filled with youth, the eagerness of my mission laying hot upon me, a genetic fever.
We stalked…in our hearts we were warriors, hard on the side of justice.
Silent as growth we crept closer to our destination.
All too soon there it was.
It lay before us.
The secret base of our sworn foe.
We held our breaths.
With nervous fingers brought our weapons to bear.
With exultation's heady cry…let loose those childhood missiles.
Our enemy lay twisting.
The bright clarity of the moment was shattered.
Dread moved heavy in me.
My vision blurred.
I raised my hand to brush at my eyes.
Privately within…I cried.
There coiled about my fingers like a serpent.
My band of rubber…a paperclip missile dangling seductive from it’s elastic length.
In horror I shook my hand to free it of it’s weapon and glanced down.
There…lying dead in the water.
The pierced bodies of frogs.
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