Serial Killer V: Trial by Jury
If it weren’t for these cuffs
They would all be dead
How dare they touch my things
My precious polaroids
The trinkets I saved
A beautiful collection
Reduced to exhibits 1A-10Z
Mixed in are “crime” scene photos
Was it really a crime
To follow my true nature?
A lion is not penalized
For stalking and killing her prey
IN this orange jumpsuit I sit
Fury built up inside
An intense hatred
For the twelve weaklings in the box
They cringe and gasp at the pictures
One even vomits
The whole courtroom was stunned
When I laughed at the retching
A psychologist takes the stand
I spoke with him earlier
Answered his condescending questions
“Why did you do it?”
“What were you thinking
“when you wielded the knife?”
He rattles on about psychosis
And schizophrenia
But I don’t hear voices
I don’t see things
I cry out at his diagnosis
And tell him
That I will rend his limbs from his body
The judges says something about order
I am restrained by two officers
If I only could reach a little farther
My fingers almost touch
The officer’s gun