The bald head that comes and goes with the motion of the waves of the lake. The glare that plays with the elbow of one arm buried in the mud of the shore. A torso without a body, a heel without a foot, a leg twisted. Dull floating in the murky waters trying unsuccessfully to hide the morbidity of the parties, the horrible lack of whole bodies. There was sufficient evidence
momentum unchecked, the boiling blood of exposed veins on the cheeks of the mutilations disgruntled.
He produced the destruction and will have to pay. It was an attack of insanity, irrational explosion, a loss of control. None of this serves as mitigating.
had taken the scissors to his mother. The far edge of the forbidden. Had led to the lake. He promised joys. He promised to be others, make up stories. Fall exhausted from laughter. Perhaps
had an accomplice, he could not do it alone. Perhaps the madness, to redouble forces, sweeping. Perhaps the sense of do or die.
And we must ensure the safety of society. Nobody wants to live in danger. Nobody wants these behaviors to expand, grow, to break into the warmth of our homes. Prevention is better than cure. Five years is a fair sentence. Come out when you have ten. For by now were his puppets, tomorrow it could be us.
