Lord have mercy, Keith. Get out the Clorox and shovel. You still have time to bury her in the back yard.
Curious day for a murder – April Fool’s.
Seems like I read this on DUP.
Pop her head in the fridge. Dahmer up.

Oh, check your spelling on some things. I think you mean ‘conscience’ instead of ‘conscious’ a few places. Also, check the word “to” in several locations – some of these should be “too”

Thanks Dampkitten. Have no time for spelling. You can be my personal editor if you like.
Yes, this was from last year. I wanted to reissue this story on starsrite. Thanks for acknowledging it!

this is it.. ive decided to become Vegan

This does make you think twice when you eat out.

So true. Thanks for the feedback!

now this is what I call poetry… not the shit I write… THIS

As always, you are so intriguing…
and I love the spatter

Thanks DF…

Smooth, like butter, this poem captivates with the ‘come hither’ idea of poetry’s ability to sink it’s teeth into you; needing it’s charms, craving it’s emotional surrender..

Loved this and the imagery… you’re so amazing at finding a perfect visual!

Missed you *
🌹 💙 –
B

Wow amazing work 👏