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The Murder of Mother

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© 2002 Todd Matson
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she screamed the most shrill
deafening, heart-stopping flurry
of blood curdling screams
sent a tidal wave of adrenaline
into my young boyhood blood
and forevermore opened an
unwanted window into what
it sounds like to have one's
mother brutally hacked up
by a deranged axe murderer
and all it took was for
some innocent little tike
to inadvertently leave
a toad in a cup
in the kitchen sink

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