No Regrets
He sat comfortably at the table.. with a wide grin and his wrists chained..
Two officers across from him.. good and bad cop in a split frame..
Only one word to plead. The jury believes he's insane..
"Not guilty" keeps rolling off his tongue with a rich taste.
One year prior, he gave the bus driver a wave..
carrying his daughter in the house, asking the fun heights of the day..
Her innocent face, cinnamon-glazed.. even a rough smile could make
this once-fighter's love shine.. everything glum stifled away.
After a quick kiss & hug, he motions her up the stairs..
to finish her homework.. making sure she's never unprepared.
As a single parent, she's all he has. The rest? There's nothing there.
His wife passed.. so what she means to him is lungs to air.
He walks to the kitchen.. gets a sandwich bag to pack her lunch..
grabs a knife for the bread; that's how she likes it instead: a lack of crust..
he goes to make the first incision.. the blade only passes once..
before he's interrupted by an overhead sound of a massive thud.
"HONEY?! Are you alright?!" He swiftly dashes up the stair case..
palmed blade, arm raised.. leaping steps at a hare's pace..
"HONEY?!" He breathes out once more just for air's sake..
Then opens the door.. his daughter's pale face blown out in a pear shape..
A dark-suited figure stood, waiting in the corner..
the silencer on his gun still smoking... no time to mourn her..
The father charged full speed, bull rushing, racing wide steps..
shot once in the process but it only grazed his bicep.
He managed to disarm him & pin him down, still pursing his piece..
that was only moments ago being used on turkey & cheese.
& an immense rage engulfed the father.. usurping his pleas..
while the child's killer kept screaming "DON'T HURT ME" & "PLEASE!!"
Blood drenched the Disney wallpaper.. the rug.. more than inches thick.
He called the police & started with ease: "I'd like to report an incident."
He sat comfortably at the table.. with a wide grin and his wrists chained..
Two officers across from him.. good and bad cop in a split frame..
Only one word to plead. The jury believes he's insane..
"Not guilty" keeps rolling off his tongue with a rich taste.
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