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VIOLENCE

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.

Lockdown.

Pain.

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.