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I killed herOctober 21, 2005 - 4:53 a.m.
I beat her living brains out. The cops came, they sat there for a few minutes, then drove off with their lights off. They ignored me. I don't know what happened to the doe after she leaped out in front of my favorite Saab and destroyed it and herself in less than a tenth of a second. She was dead. I knew it. I pulled over, shut off what few lights were left on the Saab, and cried. A lot. I called my friend Carol in New Jersey, because... well, because she answered the phone. I had just killed another large living being and secondarily, a large piece of machinery, and while I was safe, I was a wreck. I cried and cried. I didn't mean to kill her. I didn't mean to kill the doe who leaped out in front of my old 1987 Saab two and a half years ago. But she died just the same. Carol listened to me cry and cry. She is a dear. I wish she were here now. But then... I wish anyone were here now. But especially her.
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