they squeeze the fiberglass grip,
arms at side.
situates a fist.
houses a Glock,
back and forth,
aligned with the movement of their arms.
recently freed from the forbidden black box in the closet.
the forbidden black box in the closet that appeared
just days after their brother expired
of the so-called ‘safe’ building
that holds hundreds of people everyday.
the key to the forbidden black box in the closet,
in the empty drawer,
in the empty kitchen,
in the empty house.
an empty house
that led to
an empty child
to do such a thing.
as their feet move them toward their destination,
the hall gets louder and louder.
more and more people,
filling the previously empty space
with laughter and excitement.
raise their head,
mutter something that catches no one’s ears
and with a loud bang,
the hall seized,
going quiet for a second
the hysteria overflows each and every person
with fear and panic.
fear that they’ll be next,
if they don’t continue moving,
searching for an exit.
an exit that doesn’t exist
because they took care of the exits before,
before they set foot in the hall
that was, just seconds ago,
filled with laughter and excitement.