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.)
2 days ago
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Good one. I had no idea where this was going until the final verse.
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