Perfectly Choregraphed
He was locked up
in a small place,
but given his own space,
surrounded by mirrors,
so he could see his own face,
they tried to shake his composure,
a black and white photo of the dead girl
gave it an eerie exposure,
hoping he would confess,
giving the homicide unit
a position of strength, at best,
the black and white photo
was the ultimate test,
the experiment was
perfectly choreographed,
hit him right in the chest,
the emotions overwhelmed him,
and they would certainly last,
he started talking to himself,
loud and fast,
the horror would show,
then he started whispering,
mumbling very slow,
he was a child killer,
and that much he knew,
but what got to him,
was the dead girl’s face
in a sweeping view,
pink skin turned black and blue,
as he looked at his own reflections,
and shouted You! You! You!
© 2012 Frank Atanacio