An eye for an eye, is what he always said.
Revenge was the only religion he embraced.
But what he never saw was that he took
without reason, without prompts.
He took like a greedy child in a candy store,
fists full of Red Hots and Butterscotch discs,
with feverish, darting eyes, looking over
his shoulder left and right.
Always fearful, he took what he thought
he may need for an imagined apocalypse.
You never know, he always said.
So, he sits on his stockpile of bitterness,
his stockpile of bodies and plucked eyeballs
and guards his heart,
thinking he might need it one day,
in case of an emergency.
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I'll continue my surprise story this week, for those of you who are following my very, slow, slow story. I'm still processing!