It started with a magnifying glass
Sunny summer days
Spent lying in the grass
Away from the prying eyes of mother
My first time
The joy I felt
As they squirmed in agony
I didn't realize
These weren't things all children enjoy
I was an animal lover
( But not in the conventional way)
The fish
They made no sounds
As they slowly suffocated
Only opening and closing their mouths.
The kitten
They never found
It tickled me with delight
As he fought against the full weight of my body ( cats don't like water)
He put up a good fight
Thrashing and clawing
He saw me
Pull the stuff rotting body
From my knapsack throwing it into the woods
He crept up on me,
Finally a boy I could relate to,
He told me of a goat he had seen on his way home from school
We made a plan
Blood splattering on our hairless nude bodies
We couldn't stain our clothes
We laughed as we strung his head up
Letting his blood trickle down on us
He smiled, I wanted to kiss him
I had enjoyed this alone
But seeing him cloaked in that dark stickiness
Awakened something in me
We were fast friends, that summer
Now I haven't seen him in years
I still smile when I think of our sacrifice,
But I've grown up,
Weekends spent settling on the perfect victim
Prowling the south side of town
Nobody ever notices when a prostitute goes missing
They quench in a pinch
The occasional drifter or vagabond
But the real fun happens
With the ones I can take my time with
The ones in the cellar
Where nobody can hear their screams but me and my tape recorder,
Recordings help me sleep at night, among other things
The fear, the scent of it,
Cumming as they beg for their lives
Once you break them they aren't as fun to play with.
But the memories entertain me for years it's not that bad.
I get rid of them once they start to reek
I used to keep trophies, now it's too risky
You never know the secrets people keep
I see that goat from time to time
He joins me in my dreams
We laugh and sing together
Submitted: August 07, 2021
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Hiya Louise,
Damp Kitten has, as usual, summed up your dark work of art more thoroughly and extensively than I ever could with lots of hints and truths. All I can add is: for all its horrific treatment of animals, I found your poem sensational - and a step-change from your first piece. Well Done You!
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Thanks so much I really appreciate the feedback. I have no idea if my poems are good or not.
Mon, August 9th, 2021 8:31am
Like I said before - Dark! Dark! Dark! Hitchcock or King would have really got a thrill out of this!!
Wed, August 11th, 2021 11:00pm
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Oh wow thanks so much Tristan! Means a lot!
Wed, August 11th, 2021 4:37pm
Are you the reincarnation of A. Hitler.
I would have a lot of fun sticking three unlubricated stiff fingers up your brown asshole and twisting them with your face buried in a bucket of sand.
Karma comes to all those who wait long enough.
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Lol. It's fictional but thanks. Spare me the virtue signaling.
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DampKitten
Disturbing, to say the least.
Sun, August 8th, 2021 3:08pmThat said, I love the documentaries on serial killers. Not sure why I find that so fascinating. It's also curious to note that a lot of us find cruelty to animals less palatable than murdering a human.