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MugShotz

By: Marie Castiano

.He sees a flash,

from the corner of his eye,

he's standing to his left,

slightly starting to remember,

things just now coming into focus,

he's standing there looking like a crazy locust.

.The last thing he remembers saying was:

"Tonight will be a night to remember."

Ironic right? To his astonishment

tonight ended up being,

like no other night.

For a minute he saw his friends reflection,

damn he looked all fucked up,

what the fuck where they doing that he's all messed up?

.A man with a deep voice said:

"Turn to your right now son",

like he didn't have control of his body he did,

what the man had said.

Damn his head left like it was on fire,

his eyes were blood shot red.

.As he was directed into another room,

he felt like he was taking the steps to his doom,

He sat down on a hard and cold chair,

the room he was in was grim and bare,

and while he was waiting for some sort of revelation,

he started to remember,

his supposed night to remember.

.His mind created flashes,

visions of his last locations,

words of his last vocations,

slowly remembering his 100th beer,

and how they all left the bar without any fear.

He remembered a fight,

how he had fought with all his might,

he took a quick glance at his hands,

and noticed spots of dried blood,

blistering his hands.

.He felt diseased in a way,

trying to recollect what his brain could not manifest,

with no luck yet,

he remembers a face, he could not forget,

she was beauty in all the forms of the word,

he remembers telling her so many cold and unforgiving words,

he remembers walking away,

and her begging him to stay,

he remembers laughing at hear tears,

and he remembers shedding no tears.

.His mind flashed once again,

and he remembered what happened to his friend.

A car door slammed,

the car rolled once again,

his hands on the wheel,

he swore he could feel,

the devil talking to him once again.

"That car cut you off, pop the clutch and don't worry my friend".

.The rest was a blur,

a nightmare that he himself had made into reality,

his friend was a fatality,

at the beginning there were three,

but as the mugshots revealed,

the devil had made a deal,

that three he could defend,

but soon this young man noticed,

that there were only two in the end.