Hollow Sliver

-Hollow Sliver-
by Keaton Foster



In his mind
Connected
To his spine
A hollow sliver
Placed
Or should it be said
Beaten
Into his skull
By those
His precious few
The ones
So entrusted
Birth
Chemicals
The connection
Makes people
Believe
Makes them see
Monsters
As harmless creatures
At least
Until it’s too late
His mother
A whore
His father
A rapist
His siblings
Brutal degenerates
Grown into killers
Unleased
By two people
Always seeking
Fresher meat
He was the last
Meant to be
Without question
The very worst
Each day
Of his youth
He was raped
Each night
He was tortured
Beaten and bruised
Kicked in the face
Punch in the spine
Fucked
From the front
And behind
For many years
This went on
Each day at the end
Of his conditioning
Something
Was whispered
Into his ear
As he pretended
To be fast asleep
Words
Spoken by his mother
The truer instrument
Of his impending doom
She would say
Hammering away
Creating the sliver
The hollowest void
That could never
Ever be filled
In just the same way
As the day
That he was born
And every day since
She would say
You my son
Are our creation
And our damnation
You will grow
To hate everything
Most of all me
Most of all
Your father
When all conditioning
Is done
When your father
And I have had our fun
You will take our lives
You will rape our minds
You will fuck our souls
Sending us
To a much deserved hell
Then you will go
Onward to expose
Those not known
You will be a monster
Unparalleled by none
You will
Never remember me
Or your father
But you will
Never forget
What we’ve done
There will always be
A space in the void
Of your mind
A place undefined
A wilderness enshrined
A hollow sliver
Where we will exist
Empty memories
Of what you should expect
You’ll never know why
You’ll only know how come
And that is fine by us
Do our deeds
Just as we did to you
Make us proud
As you no doubt
Will make yourself
Ashamed…



Hollow Sliver
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.