How's that for a title?
But I didn't write it -- it's the title of a true story, written in sonnet(ish) form, by someone close to me who suffered a doomed relationship with a brother.
I assert that this is emotionally intelligent expressing at its truest form.
ALL CATS MUST DIE
I saw my brother take a cat and shoot it with a gun.
I saw my brother take a cat and slice it with a knife.
I saw my brother take a cat and stomp it with his shoe.
I saw my brother take a cat and strike it with a car.
I saw my brother sic his dog and gobble up a cat.
"All cats must die," he said out loud.
I don't see my brother any more.
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