‘D’
my grandmother
kept her 1924
high school yearbook
handy
and whenever
one of her classmates would die
she would take out a black pen
and write a capital ‘D’
on the top of their b & w photo.
my grandmother lived to be eighty-nine
so in the end almost all her classmates
had earned
their ‘D’
my grandmother never told me
about these people
and wasn’t one to write down her thoughts
so I have no idea how any of these ‘Ds’
affected her, but if it were me
I think I would get a strange feeling of power
and satisfaction
every time I marked a new one down
especially if some pattern were forming
or a column had been
knocked down. you see the problem
with school shooters is they just don’t have
enough patience.
Horror Sleaze Trash 