Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Showdown

My grown son does still live with me.

He has the basement to himself.

I worry what he's come to be,

Hate on his mind, guns on his shelf.

He does not talk to me too much,

But seems excited when there is

More church and school shootings and such.

I ask, he says mind my own biz.

Today he catches me go through

His journal of killing spree plan.

I am his mother but know true

He's become a dangerous man.

He smiles and aims at me his gun,

But I shoot first and kill my son.