I'm in a creative writing class right now, and this here is a poem I wrote for it. I had just finished watching Dexter to explain it's macabre feel. Enjoy?


Hard beneath my fingers lies a fearsome weapon
Insert metal here
Twist
It roars to life
Pull back to engage
I’m deadly

Now, passing by the people quicker than you think
They are right there
Right there
A flick of my wrists
A simple slight of my hands
They’d all be gone
So fragile they really are. Standing on that slab
Of pavement
You might call it a sidewalk
I call it my organizer

Yes, keep them there, all lined up in rows
Like little dominoes waiting
Waiting for my fingers to strike
I tremble at the notion

So much power I hold
So much power I control
Ready?

No
Not today
Today they will be spared
The light turns green and I drive away