The Pig Butcher
The Pig Butcher
Pickton pulled the trigger.
finished her off.
Her crime was bigger,
Left in a trough.
Squeals of delight,
Grinding her down,
Hidden from sight,
Miles from town.
Ribbons of flesh,
entrails, sinew and bone
Minced through mesh,
Can’t hear her moan.
Empty roads wet with rain,
Deserted, discarded dead.
Silence screams p...
Wednesday 7th October 2020 6:46 pm
The Other Woman
The Other Woman
I feel sorry for her
She believes your lies
Wipes tears from your eyes
She thinks you care,
Always be there.
We know that’s fake
Rotten wedding cake,
Broken vows,
Affairs with old cows,
Twisted memories told,
Left out in the cold.
Beaten and broken,
Heart torn open,
All still to come,
Treated like scum,
The future holds this,
...Tuesday 6th October 2020 7:24 pm
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