Apr 2013
The swallow kept my eye,
for a sixth of an hour,
before observing a cat
with almighty presence and power.
This feline affected me also,
making me an eternal predator.
Showered in blood, that of its victim’s,
Proud, purring, devouring torso.
It was proud of this blood,
as far as I understood anyway.
Like war paint.
A declaration.
I enjoy the ****.
for a sixth of an hour,
before observing a cat
with almighty presence and power.
This feline affected me also,
making me an eternal predator.
Showered in blood, that of its victim’s,
Proud, purring, devouring torso.
It was proud of this blood,
as far as I understood anyway.
Like war paint.
A declaration.
I enjoy the ****.
This piece of writing is taken from my book With Words for Weapons which you can find on Amazon :)
It is a fictional crime thriller told through the autobiographical poetry of a serial killer, if you purchase a copy you would be doing a young writer a huge favour :)
It is a fictional crime thriller told through the autobiographical poetry of a serial killer, if you purchase a copy you would be doing a young writer a huge favour :)
