I killed another one yesterday.
I didn't mean to.
It just turned out that way.
Some days are like that.

It was before work.
Before the day got really bad.
Before I had to feign interest in the tales spoken by plump battery men who own half the city. Men who wear braces and gaudy ties in a sad attempt to display their inner wild child selves. Fools who believe themselves too rich to be killed.

we were in the chateau, somewhere in the south of france

I'd never been there before

you had

deep forest outside

inside the walking wounded

you were naked on your hands and knees

a silver tray carrying delicious treats on your back

crawling towards me

wanting only to serve me

this is terrifying for me

everything I desire and more

I want to love you but it's much easier to kill you

one quick deep stab to the heart and it's over

I thought I was heartless

but now i'm filled with remorse

at my carelessness

by gashgirl