Puzzling and unexpected.
Two boys. Brothers. Formative years.  


Horseplay in the waiting room, I’m not paying attention.

I heard a sound. I don’t know what it was.

My mind does.


That puzzle piece is a root trigger. Deep and legacy.


A localized, cool breeze forms over thoracic. Cold. Instant.

Muscles ripple.




Waiting for the event. Waiting for the ambush. Waiting for the violence.

V is for violence. It is purple on my right and navy on my left.


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