Of course, they are not the worst in the bunch. I remember seeing my brother, Lenard, kill rodents for the fun of it. If one appeared in our midst, I prayed for it to run as far as its little legs could. My step-mother, Denise, once removed, enjoyed sawing dolls head’s off. She thought that each one had a living spirits inside of it. My sister, Darla, never had a complete doll in her childhood.
My Love, do not worry though. I do not have any weird problems like the rest of them. I may be crazy, but I am crazy in love with you. The jury had me all wrong. I did not run over any bystanders in that church parking lot. They jumped in front of our SUV while I tried to dodge them the best I could.Not Crazy, Your Loving Husband
Prison Inmate 251025
I am not sure how this prose poem came to mind while I was on the plane. It was a fun one to write though.
I hope you enjoy!