Remorse

Every night for weeks
I’ve killed a puppy.
Every. Freaking. Night.
Yet, after every murder
I still wonder,
Did I kill it right?

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One Response to Remorse

  1. John W. Leys says:

    This is dark, disturbing and genius!

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