The Thrill and Guilt

I don’t care if your soul chokes.

Grab the neighbor’s dog,

Slit its throat.

Watch the blood seep into the ground,

As the air thickens,

Feel as life wriggles its way.

You’ll know how precious life is

And how wrong it is.

 

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Taken from my book of poems and essays Plug Your Ears or Tape my Mouth. Get yourself a free copy here.

 

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