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Feeling Good
At the age of five
I sat by a nest of red ants
holding the magnifier
dispensing death by sunlight
smiling as those critters
crackled and fried
It felt good watching
them squirm
seeing the smoke rise
laughing as they died
My sister kept mice
they were fancy black and white
but there were always too many babies
and she didn't know what to do
She asked me to drown them
so I did that slowly
one by one
I was nine and I
held their little pink bodies
under the water
watching them die
in an old tin bucket
It felt good
my sister was happy
and that made me happy too
When I was sixteen
my girlfriend's cat had seven kittens
they were fluffy with blue eyes
they were almost as cute as she was
but the last of the litter
didn't turn out right
its head was too big
and there was only one eye
so I took a rock and ended its life
She said it was the right thing to do
and I felt good
At twenty one my first wife
told me she was leaving
heading off forever
she said she never wanted to see me
for the rest of her life
so I gave her what she wanted
then hid her in the woods
and it felt good
I'm thirty two now
I've been married four times
and I find making people happy like that
is the best way I know
to feel good
I sat by a nest of red ants
holding the magnifier
dispensing death by sunlight
smiling as those critters
crackled and fried
It felt good watching
them squirm
seeing the smoke rise
laughing as they died
My sister kept mice
they were fancy black and white
but there were always too many babies
and she didn't know what to do
She asked me to drown them
so I did that slowly
one by one
I was nine and I
held their little pink bodies
under the water
watching them die
in an old tin bucket
It felt good
my sister was happy
and that made me happy too
When I was sixteen
my girlfriend's cat had seven kittens
they were fluffy with blue eyes
they were almost as cute as she was
but the last of the litter
didn't turn out right
its head was too big
and there was only one eye
so I took a rock and ended its life
She said it was the right thing to do
and I felt good
At twenty one my first wife
told me she was leaving
heading off forever
she said she never wanted to see me
for the rest of her life
so I gave her what she wanted
then hid her in the woods
and it felt good
I'm thirty two now
I've been married four times
and I find making people happy like that
is the best way I know
to feel good
Published 2nd Mar 2010
| Edited 16th Jul 2012
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Anonymous
2nd Mar 2010 2:09am
Just readed your entree in the challenge and now I see it here, great work Abra! I really don't know how you do it, but you stunned me again!
2nd Mar 2010 2:26pm
Well someone's gotta do it! It helps when you write every day. Thanks for that great feedback - I can never get enough encouragement.
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2010 7:44am
this one really speaks from a maniac perspective, wow A, it strikes me as a strikingly genuine expression!
2nd Mar 2010 8:42am
Thanks - I'm glad you feel that way, Priya - it must be a success then if it's convincing. I assure you I prefer not to think like a maniac though. I would rather write about blue sky summers and a world without greed. Unfortunately, there's plenty of poison out there too, although this time I can blame Ray for lighting the fuse!
2nd Mar 2010 3:14pm
Agreed with Priya, this does strike as genuine and in fact it's quite frightening. I find it astonishing how you can write from so many different perspectives and never falter, you're truly a work of art within yourself.
2nd Mar 2010 3:19pm
I have been called a lot worse in my time, Arryn - that made me smile! Glad you felt that chill - always appreciate your special feedback.
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2010 6:46pm
a disturbingly accurate evocation of murderous psychosis. Brilliant.
2nd Mar 2010 7:13pm
Thanks Jack - for me it does raise interesting questions about whether we all start the same as children and then do circumstances and events somehow contribute to turn (thankfully a small percentage)into killers. Of course, killers who get to like killing have to be a breed unto themselves. Creepy, innit!
3rd Mar 2010 8:30pm
What a truly sinister work! It puts my psycho poem to shame, great work! I've never been good with details myself
3rd Mar 2010 9:41pm
No need for that Viktor - I'm glad you enjoyed it. Appreciate your feedback.
5th Mar 2010 11:03pm
- Sorry about the pun, But i had to say it.
I really like this piece. It's another fine one to add to your collection of fine poems.
You are a great poet, and are really good when it comes to versatility
I really like this piece. It's another fine one to add to your collection of fine poems.
You are a great poet, and are really good when it comes to versatility
6th Mar 2010 2:31pm
Thank you Inky - no apology needed, I'm always pleased to receive feedback, especially from you. Glad you liked this so much.
11th Mar 2010 3:23am
11th Mar 2010 9:39am
Thanks for reading and taking the trouble to comment, Tyler - appreciate that the most.
1st Apr 2010 8:23am
a look into the mind of the twisted .
nicely shown. i particularly enjoyed the 6th stanza with the cats big head and single eye.
i love animals by the way but i still enjoyed the darkness of the poem.
thanks for the read
nicely shown. i particularly enjoyed the 6th stanza with the cats big head and single eye.
i love animals by the way but i still enjoyed the darkness of the poem.
thanks for the read
1st Apr 2010 9:06am
