kidnapping
Play Here
Safe is Mama’s house,
with its four walls,
fenced in with four more,
the windows shut and locked,
the doors, as well.
For I’ve seen the taken,
whose frozen smiles
light up the set that
lights up the room.
Gone Boy
He’d been taken at two,
and every holiday,
his age-progressed image showed up
in the family portrait.
His empty shoes had been filled with “if only.”
When the day came that the last,
manufactured memory of him,
so prominent on their living room wall,
happened upon theirs,
they realized he’d outgrown those shoes.