lament

despair as there's no spare and my life is going flat.

Back to the board,
drawing with no intent or sight 
the keys clicking, as if they had something to say.

I certainly don't,
struck dumb by the stark light,
the realization that there is no hope, no way
to contemplate a future in a world where Santa kills. 

Reviews

[KUFU]

Heavy. A tragedy.
You have penned the perfect lament. I understand the Santa Suit melted, and fused to the assailants skin!? The heat of the fire. The magnitude of his hate. You captured perfectly the moment the young child could no longer contemplate when you wrote:

"the realization that there is no hope, no way
to contemplate a future in a world where Santa kills. "

...S8 up. I think of the Christmas Eve Massacre/suicide event of 2008 out in California, though there were many unreported killings that day country wide, they decided to focus on this plot because of the peculiar viciousness of the atrociousness of the act. Disturbing.
I like how yer Lament started of all frazzled, then allowed the gravity of the situation to be comprehended, G8 Idea! though the effect of surreal madness is maintained, and somewhat shocks!

[Emily B]

this is perfect!!!

wonderful writing, I have decided you are grossly underappreciated

[Meredith Leigh]

This is interesting, I found it very fullfilling to read. Great write!

- Kriss