I created a cento poem out of this week’s writing. Meaning, I chopped up existing words to tell a new story.
She hates it.
Just let her
There are many facets to this story
Butchering for food
Nowadays I laugh
Obsession wasn’t how we were taught to be, yet we can’t help it
I’ve been shamed for this
It is the “responsible” decision
working to prevent an apocalypse
What a big heartbreaking mess.