Drowning In The Darkness Of My Mind {A Poetic Short Story}

Derek Shaw goes through life altered by traumatic childhood events.

1983

In his mind young Derek Shaw was playing in the sand,
a hole dug by the plastic shovel laying in his hand,
he ventured here and other places when the pain began,
or namely when molested by Mom's boyfriend Kain again.

The bare lightbulb was moving like the room itself was shook,
and stifling hot as if there wasn't any room to look,
the slapping of the skin contact reverbarated loud,
as Derek felt his conscience soaring like a bated cloud.

He wondered when would Mom decide to hurry and return,
that's when Kain's moaning movements made his vision blurry; sperm,
then trickled down his face to win a race on teary cheeks,
it went like this consistently for many years you see....

1993

Nothing could deter him as he walked across the stage,
while smiling brightly outside; inside there's no loss of rage,
for Derek Shaw the consumated high school graduate,
diploma rolled and tied was something that he had to get.

It stood for the accomplishment of which he was so proud,
the deaf'ning claps of many; oh my God they were so loud,
his breathing caught as he was only four short steps away,
until somebody tripped him and he roughly fell onstage.

Applause then turned to laughter like his name was Kevin Hart,
the sound within his chest? Equivalent to seven hearts,
his teardrops streamed like Hulu then his vision starts to clear,
he sees who's laughing hardest; no one else but Mark Kinnear.

The guy who's only purpose was in causing Derek hell,
who also more than likely stuck his foot out; Derek fell,
and lay there simultaneously dispersed in Heaven; Hell,
rose from his soul and rang as loud as six or seven bells.

When Derek leapt up ev'ryone still had the hardy hars,
that is 'til he went H.A.M. and started beating all the tar,
and marmalade from Mark; the only sound now made was punch,
or rather punches landed that re-made his face to lunch.

The beating was so brutal people started losing theirs,
the facial shots commensed until Mark started losing hair,
when it was said and done the cops indeed had Derek cuffed,
for beating Mark to death which left the ceremony fucked.

2014

The blood was splattered ev'rywhere; the countertop and floor,
while Derek sat there wheezing and surrounded; cops galore,
the Quik Mart looked like Christmas time from all the red and green,
a customer and three employees dead upon the scene,

but Derek wasn't scared oh no; to him this kind of ride,
was evermore the easier with Mommy right beside,
him as a top negotiator; megaphone in hand,
just tried to talk him down with no more blood thrown on the land.

"Come on Mr. Shaw," the cop said; pleading with his voice,
"we don't want further killing but you leave us with no choice,
if you do not surrender in about ten minutes tops,
then you'll be at the mercy of some bent and pissed off cops."

The customer that lay with all his skull and brains exposed?
An off duty policeman, dressed down in the plainest clothes,
revenge was now a motive just to bring this guy to rest,
as Derek sat and clutched a bloody knife up to his chest.

"Why'd you have to do it Ma?! They didn't have to die!"
The blood made Derek cry while it made Mommy crack a smile,
"I told you not to call me that; my name is Mrs. Faust,"
his moms replied with anger and no shame within her mouth.

"You said that we were coming here to pick up chips and dip,"
he whined 'til Mommy blasted "Shut the f**k up little twit,
I'm sick of all the whining and the crying; be a man!"
A slap was then delivered from her flying heated hand.

The Quik Mart phone then rang and Derek's mother picked it up,
the sum of what was said to her? "Hey Mom just give it up,
you have no kind of leverage and you can't just walk away,
so let's just end things peacefully before it all decays."

To put it nicely Mom said no and wouldn't let it go,
the cops were then like f**k it; get them thangs and let 'em go,
the store windows exploded raining glass and knockout gas,
them rubber shells were shot and those could knock you on your a*s.

Fifteen minutes passed 'fore the entire scene was clear,
the police figured Derek and his mom deceased but veered,
for when they fine'lly entered in the store of yucky muck,
the head investigator looked around like "What the f**k?!"

2 months later....

Chief Inspector Adam Fischer crossed his leg from nerves,
and rubbed his temples counterclockwise cause his head did hurt,
the past two months had gave him next to nothing far as rest,
trial over as the jury sentenced Derek Shaw to death.

His forty year career had never saw a case so strange,
the homicides were one thing; murder's murder safe to say,
but Derek Shaw had took things to a diff'rent realm of play,
his gruesome actions left the whole entire town afraid.

As Fischer sat inside his living room he shook his head,
just thinking how the mother of the pyscho crook was dead,
but Shaw had done much worse than only kill to set her straight,
he'd skinned her and had worn that skin through six or seven states.

The thing was that he talked of her like she was still alive,
and then continued putting on her sheath that filled with flies,
and maggots; being nude while in her skin was just too vile,
and all because the guy had been molested as a child.

The judge ignored the plea; insanity was thrown on out,
the public cried for Derek Shaw to die; be shown on out,
of this existence and into the next which sounded spry,
but that's just what can happen when one's drowning in his mind.

©2014
The Cunning Linguist