The Stranger

I watched as the stranger beat my mother with a rod.

I watched as he threw her onto a truck.

I watched as the stranger beat my father with a rod.

I watched as they threw him onto a truck.

I watched as the stranger approached me.

I watched as he raised the rod and then lowered it over my head.

I was took scared to watch anymore, so I closed my eyes.

The stranger threw me onto the truck.

I could feel a cold limb poking into my side.

It did not belong to my mother, I know.

It did not belong to my father, I know.

It belonged to someone else, someone who had also seen the stranger.

Someone who had also seen the rod, someone who may have closed his/her eyes.

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