AM (02-12-88 / Burlington Vermont)


Something was growing,
Deep inside,
If she told him,
She would die.

He would beat her,
Rough her up,
Take some bleach,
And fill a cup.

He'd force it down,
As she'd choke,
Then he's go,
Find a rope.

He'd tie her up,
Punch her hard,
Then he'd take her,
To the yard.

He'd dig a hole,
Dig it deep,
Slice her up,
And watch the blood seep.

Soon enough,
She was dead,
Then he'd bury her,
In her bed.

Jan.11th 2006

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Comments (1)

Vivid and horrifying. Have you read my comment to you on 'Many choices'? If you haven't, please do so.