Knock Knock

This fucking
hachet is driving me
crazy. Ringing in
my skull,
It whispers the name
of my beloved child.
This hatchet,
Knocking against the wood
of little Vera’s door
Open up.
It’s 9 o’clock.
She peeks out,
“Daddy”
The ringing stops
and blood spatters
the floor.

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