His words disturbing. Kill everyone, kill everything, lay the world to waste. Call it age thirteen. Follow the chain: the teacher, the principal, parents, psychologist. His explanation is, it’s all that makes sense. He dresses in black. In his room he imagines the world without his parents. There’s a library of suicide poems, a catalogue of slasher films. He’ll grow out of it. The common refrain.
- ▼ November (15)