Poetry By
Keith Nunes
Published on: 10/24/2014
my little shop of horrors
1 what did he want me to do? if only I'd known we could have stayed friends 2 he and I we were giggling and withdrawing— from what? 3 Uncle Norman was a paedophile my parents wanted to know: "did he start on you?" 4 she was naked on the pool table, said I wouldn't do anything, "you're such a lying arsehole!" 5 from the moment the condom came off to the day she said it'd arrived I sweated shards of glass 6 I was serious about running but she said there was nothing to run from
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