Poem -
Dreamt
The idea of killing you was so tempting
the planning and dreaming kept me sane
picturing your demise helped me deal with the pain
every time you hit me
I had an epiphany
a knife, tablets, shotgun
I imagined each one
I smiled
when you died
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Nice write Susan ?
Nice write Susan...enjoyed ?
thanks Marion