Someone's precocious child, gone bad....gone mad...gone wild. There was no other explanation, and no good reason, for them to do what they did. From brat, to bully, to thug, to executioner....no one dared to intercede, or confront. No use, unless you are willing to accept their abuse, in the process.
Each diagnosis went unheeded, and no drugs needed...until now, once we find them....if we find them....there may be some proof.
If so, then it's a life of heavy medication, and isolation, right up 'til that final injection. Someone failed. Everyone failed. Now off the tracks, they left the rails and the trail is as cold as the backyard bodies. The weak, the trusting, the defenseless, the frail, all bundled and huddled in a common plot, the killer making due with whatever they got. It wasn't much, but that's not the matter. The goods weren't the goal, just provided good reason.
Who's to know and who's to matter? Lonely, old, isolated and delusional...no one calls...no one checks....Who's to know? ...Who's to know? Perhaps they've just wandered away...
They sit at a window or stare from a bench, but the hazy view never changes. Who are you?
They are the shells come ashore with life from the sea, strewn over the beach, left vacant as the life-form has moved out and on. A useful vessel was she...was he...each of them, now bleached by the sun and ground to sand. No one bothers to consider each grain, why would they? No one stops to ask what happened,
why would they?
But, He knows.
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