His Soul Is Torn In Response To A Ragged Soul Was
By Bryan Florence
His soul is torn, taken in his youth.
I am not excusing him for killing his spouse with a hammer
His soul was lost long ago
When he was a child, merely four.
This does not enter into my conscious thoughts.
Should it though?
No.
We are here to decide on his fate.
He has already killed one,
and is suspected of murdering two who are missing.
Who could believe these were all coincidences?
Not me.
He turned and looked into my eyes once.
I felt the jury box melt.
I knew he wanted to kill me.
I felt dead.
If he could do that with a look, what could he do with a hammer?
I find it easy to cast my vote to keep him in prison for the rest of his life.
Imagining what a woman went through as he killed her with a hammer.
Pounding her head with at least forty two blows.
I never want him out.
When the verdict is read he turns and gives me a stare of pure hate.
I am terrified.
I had never met anyone soulless before.
