Happy New Year 2016

Traumatized by the vision of death.
I can't smile, eat, or rest.
The vermin carcass on the porch.
Was disgusting filth to be torched.
My mind can't erase the horror.
She put in the trash near my car.
The blood on the kitchen floor ....
Within the side door.
I screamed in shock.
My phobia she mocks.
What a sick new year surprise.
Of the rats torturous demise.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world

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