Taboo Haiku 141-144
by Julian X  /  poetry  /  26 Nov 2007
I sliced out her tongue, Held it and mocked her whimpers. You can't mumble no.
He's so cold at night Without a home of his own. I made a human torch.
Is it a bad sign? All my girlfriends kill themselves Once my knives are through.
Choose now: slice your wrists Or put your kid on the stove. Either way you die.
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