Vacancy

I don’t want childhood to be a perfect memory
I want to stain it
If it won’t be believed
Go in to a room
Full of tapes
Grab the VHS
And pull the tape
With my teeth
Cutting in half the body
Knowing that it won’t be a movie
Knowing that the pain will infect
The people on it
That their childhood
Which lasts for seventy years
Will be gone
And they will have no arms

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This poem gives me shivers.