I killed him with love: Ode to a mouse
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Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets
By Betsy Mars
I socked him away,
safe from escape,
with warmth
to the touch and softness –
smelling of mouse
pellets and hay.
Like a lucky rabbit foot
to stroke in the night
when demons came
calling for me, he comforted,
but I slept right through
to the mourning
He was cold
and hard to the touch.
In my guilt, I emptied
the sock and left him
rigid in the cage,
To be discovered
and buried,
along with my memory
of inadvertent, mindless murder.
At eight years old,
I learned that love could be lethal.
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