White Picket Fence

I strangled my children today,

on a warm summer's day

with the sun just above the tree-tops.



Yesterday was the summersolstice

and today no-one will call.

still drunk they're sleepng.



The morning was beautiful,

we had breakfast in the study.

I arranged them and the teacups.



Then came the afternoon,

showered in a red sunset,

I put them on the swing

watching the passers-by,

behind our white picket fence.

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