My grandma collected some slugs from the garden tonight.
She told me she was going to dispose of them. She filled up the jug
I asked in a joking matter
Gonna burn them alive?
She told me it was the easiest and fastest way
Painless too.
How would you know
You're not the slug.
YOU ARE READING
Results of a Restless Mind
ŞiirA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
