Depth of Field

One scene
And it’s all laid bare.
No words required
As the images tell the story:
A horizon of trauma
Compounded by the crush of inertia.

The camera doesn’t lie.
Not this time-not yet.
You can see it now, all over the screen.
The dark passages, the wages of fear
And the aftermath of violence.
A perversion of life.

The villain is just out of frame.
Looming at the edge of my beating heart,
Poised, out of habit, to cut with words Because they always hurt more.
What horror awaits
When syllables turn into daggers?

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

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