Pets.

I never wet the bed.

So I pushed it down, down, down.

I was always well-behaved.

So I pushed it down even further.

My cat scratched at the door so I kept it closed.

I didn't want your face tonight.

I was a good student.

So I set it on fire.

I was fourteen.

So I buried it under the Blackberry bushes.

My cat called for me but I couldn't answer.

I had accidentally buried my voice, too.

She touched me.

And it re-animated.

I burned the memories.

It extinguished them.

My cat wanted me to feed her.

But I couldn't. You were touching me, again.

I don’t know why,

I was always such a good kid.

Reviews

[Clockwork]

This is more raw than the other pieces I have read from you, but I like it. You set up very stark commentaries with simple details and simple language. I think that kind of stripped down approach is effective here. I also think you show a stronger poetic voice in this piece.

[Stormy Weather]

Thank you! Yeah, I was trying to convey something in a slightly more blunt way. I'm glad you picked up on that :)

[Clockwork]

You are welcome. I'm glad you are experimenting with that :-)

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a moving piece of writing...

thanks for sharing

[Stormy Weather]

Thank you for the review!