Not often
as it happens
does it often
end with this

Broom in hand
blood I splattered
aimed for the window
but I missed

Shrivelled, suffered
I could hear you
at least I thought
you shrieked in pain

But I was taught
when you're eight-legged
that you are better
out than in

(I'm sorry.)

1 comment:

jem said...

Good one. I had no idea where this was going until the final verse.