Prompt 2- without consulting the book, write a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time.
a chill went down my spine as I read how an inebriated, crazy narrator gouged the eyes out of his beloved black cat using a cute penknife.
you know what? he didn't stop at that.
he later slipped a noose around its neck and hung the "unoffending" creature on the tree and watched it die.
why? didn't I tell you at the beginning that he was crazy? His "spirit of perverseness" got the better of him apparently.
it made my twisted, deranged teenage mind want a black cat, not to harm, of course, or so I thought.
bewitched by this tale, i began scouting a black cat on one quiet midnight with a cleaver under my coat.
I found one sleepy black feline plopped on a warm car bonnet with its tail all cutely curled up like a charcoal croissant. I quietly picked its tail up and with one swift blow i chopped it all off.
the cat's jet-black fur stood on its end; it yelped so loud that it startled me. stupid cat. i quickly ran back home carrying its black bloody tail along.
I kept the tail in an empty souvenir jar and placed it next to the other jars i so collected after reading such horror stories.
Prompt for Day 3 is: A poem not about a romantic partner, but some other kind of love (urgh... gross!) I will see if I can come up with something.
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