Silas Thorne's Journal

'Come here, my little friend'
the weekend warrior suggests,
taking his weapon from its shelf
and staring with intent focus
at one point on the white wall
by the kitchen stove.
one flick,one kill!
he breathes out his ki sharply.
The master of Iaido fly-swatting
wipes the scene of the murder with tissue
then washes his hands of it.