Elvish imps plagued the twins.
Laughing at their enforced chaos.
The twins, kicking and punching and stabbing.
And stabbing.
A green ticket laid in the brother’s hand,
Cold and spastic.
Diabolical deeds never die
While gifts are so grander than sky.
He left, with car skidding and hand steering
and fist that bled and choked
a glowing green ticket that flutters in the brother’s hand.
Cold and sanguine.
Thoughts of cars and mansions
and man and son
and families
and brothers.
Heartless
was the dagger, rotting in Steven.
Heartless was the statue planned for Steven.
Was the killer, brother of Steven, Heartless.
He looked at his glowing red fist,
Opened the gift,
Nothing.
No eternal riches.
No winning ticket.
The vessel that went by Carson was later found in a lake.
A lake which, on Christmas night, glowed red and green.
-Kevin J Flors
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