straight razor

he watched the blood trickle down his arm

and fall silently to the floor

he thought he was alone in the house

then his father opened the bedroom door

he started at his father, covered his arm

but the blood kept flowing free

his father stood, shaking his head

"what the fuck is this I see?"

"have I not given you everything?

and this is what I get in return?

you ungrateful little so of a bitch

in hell's fires you will burn"

He moved quickly to his son's bed

and took him roughly by the arm

"if this is what you want my son

let's do some real damage, some real harm"

he forced his son down on a chair

and taped him to the chair tight

"now if you want to do this thing

then my boy, let's do this thing right"

he pulled the chair in front of the mirrors

that covered his closet doors

the blood was still flowing from his arm

still falling silently on the floor

the boy sat frozen in horror

tried to speak, no words escaped

he had never seen his father this way

he now feared, what was his fate?

he saw his father standing behind

he held a straight razor in his hand

"now my boy, let's leave a scar

a second smile; a bloody band"

he pulled the razor across his son's throat

blood spurted across the room

"don't worry son, this won't take long

eternal peace will come very soon"

the boy watched in total horror

as the blood flowed down his chest

his father stood behind him, laughing

darkness was falling, soon eternal rest

he awoke with a start and a scream

sat up in bed, his hand to his throat

pulled it away, there was no blood

had it been a dream or some sick joke?

the door to his bedroom door suddenly opened

and his father did appear

holding a straight razor in his hand

he crawled up his bed, in total fear

his father smiled, "I see you are awake"

the razor in his hand, he did wave

he slowly walked toward his son's bed

"come on son ...

it's time you learned how to shave"

October 3, 2014