it seems the axe was the only gift you left me

there are four scenes
stuck in my daydreams
they each involve the axe
cutting through the air
slicing memories in two

the first scene is horror
the victim not realizing
until the very last moment
that it’s too late

hands in the air
the involuntary response
of the humanoid
to protect the brain and heart

hands are useless
if there’s an axe in your face

scene two is a continuation
the extension of a slight second or two
of time and space
of screams and fearful bodily fluids
escaping from too many holes to count

the third image is not for the faint of heart
a hand is removed with swift action
V is for velocity and it’s displacement
over time allows the axe
to dismember the victims dream with
ease

and then
there’s the last
the eventual outcome
the fourth

that’s where i have left only pieces
shards and gurgling bows upon gifts
tied about the leftover hopes and sorrows
of what the victim was

it seems
the axe was the only remnant
that you left me
to remember you by

it seems the axe was the only gift you left me

Jason Franklin

Springboro, United States

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A lovely poem about memories and how they are dismembered over time.

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