Comfort. A thing of the past. My childhood. A mum and dad, A taken for granted love,
By T M Coppolo2 years ago in Poets
Listen to how they describe murder. Jack, Myra, Adolf, all the worst ones. It’s all borrowed from the ‘accepted’ torture of animals – all the ripping, torment, gassing and packed carts.
By T M Coppolo2 years ago in Fiction