Terrence Anathema's Poetry Blog
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
I Have a Confession
The flayed squirrels
in the yard
are dead
because of me
The exuberance
of skinning them
felt better to me
than Ecstasy
My parents are worried
"this is not good
for a nine year old boy"
they said, shuddering
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