Love this POTP, great detail again, you really know how to suck us into your poems,

I like the single line emphasis between stanzas.

my favourite part is the juxtaposition (sorry, I have been dying to use that word!!) between the 9 yr old angel and playing with knives. awesome

great write once again

This is wonderful. You've been very descriptive here and it helps to bring this piece to life. I can't say much else about this poem besides I loved reading it and will read it again in the future. Great job

Freaking AWESOME.

You had some of the best skills in narrating a murder, planned with thrill and psychological tactic. Hats-off!

I was instantly hooked, (no pun intended) when I finished this stanza, 'You didn't realize my mind was the
crystallized cocaine that had been
inhibiting all your senses,
(and making my lust more dominant)-
you just thought it was adrenaline,
conscious calls and clever climaxes." Whoa. I was drawn in, having struggled most of my life with meth, this, this made it real. Your words.
And then you mention the cutting, the little girl, and your words, they made me that little girl again. The one in her mothers kitchen discovering the shears for the first time.

I think this, this is what writing is all about. Taking something that's yours, and making it someone else, making them feel, hear and see. You now just blessed me with all those things. Thank you.