I shed tears for them. For two souls I’ve never known. Yet, I mourn inside and grieve with those who did. ‘There are monsters among us,’ someone said. And chills crawled my body. Monsters. Real life, walking, talking, breathing…smiling…monsters. And they’re not hiding in the dark, under our beds or in our closets. But standing beside us on the bus. Standing behind us in line at the grocery store. Passing us on these streets that we walk with comfortable strides because its home. And nothing bad can surely enter here. Or so we tell ourselves.
Taken. They took them in the night. And what they did, confirms my belief in… Evil. Nothing more. Nothing less.
And fear reigns in me like never before. My child, out there, will he come home to me or will monsters steal him away too. I cannot imagine the darkness that must loom the spirit of those who suffer the pain of the images left to them. And the sounds of voices. “I love you”‘s turned to screams. Agonizing beneath the weight of knowing and the sickening blame for nothing at all they could have done. And the million ‘why”s that haunt them
“Tell them you love them, tell your children, your family, tell them you love them. Because you never know,” a mother says… “you never know.”