It was me,
I raped you in the bathroom
of the gymnasium
after the rave.
It was me,
I shot your husband
in the leg
then the back
of his head
because I’m a bad shot
now your alone
with baby
It was me,
I stood on the stand
and lied,
I said it was another
who shot the clerk
another who stole
I did this under oath
and a plea bargain
now
it is me
who’s innocent.
Brrr. This gave me such chills. This, like a few of your other writes, touch on controversial subjects in ways that are very disturbing. But, there is great courage in doing this and it shows your versatility as a writer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is disturbing and raw - the way poetry should be. Hugs Anna xxx