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I Want to See You Die

by Don Powell

   

I’ll rip up each of your comic books,
                page after page,
                And burn them!
For you won’t read them anymore.
I’ll set afloat all your D + D figures,
                atop the river.
                And throw rocks at them!
For you won’t play with them anymore.

I Want to See You Die.

I’ll drown your pictures of fellow band members,
                in the toilet.
                And shit on them!
For you won’t look at them anymore.
I’ll place your symbols upside down,
                on the table.
                And eat off them!
For you won’t hear them anymore.

I Want to See You Die.

Before you die, you’ll see me.
                Only me!
                Hovering over you, watching you.
And my image will burn into your retinas, forever.

Before you die, you’ll hear me.
                Only me!
                Speaking to you of trivialities.
And my voice will echo in your mind, forever.

I Want to See You Die.

Before you die, you’ll smell me.
                Only me!
                Recognizing my – our – familiar, familial odor.
And my scent will rest in your lungs, forever.

Before you die, you’ll taste me.
                Only me!
                Catching each tear that falls from my face.
And my salt will flavor your tongue, forever.

I Want to See You Die.

As you die, you’ll feel me.
                Only me!
                Cradling you in my arms, rocking gently.
And my warmth will flow through you, forever.

 

Donald Powell is a graduate of Beavercreek High School and a senior double major in Mathematics with a computing focus and English with a creative writing focus. He is currently working on his first novel, a mystery.

 

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