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I almost don't want to believe that this poem was based on a real experience. It's profoundly disturbing and churned my stomach, which speaks volumes for your gift as a crafter of verse, creating an unforced reality that's belied with grim overtones. When we read a Townend poem, drudgery and selfishness become a code of ethics, and we enter a world where the narrator is the only one we can trust, regardless how jaded he might sometimes seem. The penultimate line is a meaty plate of bitterness, while the finale is worthy of Poe.

Your writing my foreward if it ever happens!

with Jack. people will likely be put off by the content and the attitude but no denying this is good writing. it evokes a powerful response that one *should* try to achieve through their work. wow, rough and well done.

Dark and surreal poem..it gave me the chills..and the ending was a powerful punch..exceptional..Crim

Somethings happen, I hope nothing did, because all I could do was curse from my bed. Well, these are long hours. Christ knows. A sincere thank you

Vaguely unsettling, let the snakes fend for themselves