“They came at 11:43… they tore through her. Stripping off each finger and toe… then each limb… finally killing her. I recall singing…”
“And what was the song. Do you remember?”
“Yes, I do, it went like this: We sit in the tree necklaces of lace. You try to flee such a disgrace. I knew to flee would give you a bump. Well now it’s time to go and jump. We hang from the tree necklaces of blood. The ground below becomes a red mud. I try to flee with no avail. I’m afraid my neck has become frail. I’m pretty sure that how it went.”
“Thank you for coming and telling this to me. You know most people don’t see a therapist after a traumatic experience like yours”
“Thanks… I guess… see you next week then.”
“Goodbye.”
That was a mistake… I should’ve never gone… she wouldn’t want me too. Never mind I’ll just go home have a nice beer and chill. I got in my car and turned the keys into the ignition headed home, stopping by my local liquor on the way home.
When I got home I went into my back yard. S**t… gadgets dead… oh well… I’ll just get a new s**t for brains dog. Taking the last sip of my beer I ripped the cord out of the hood of my sweatshirt.
We sit in the tree necklaces of lace. You try to flee such a disgrace. I knew to flee would give you a bump. Well now it’s time to go and jump. We hang from the tree necklaces of blood. The ground below becomes a red mud. I try to flee with no avail. I’m afraid my neck has become frail.
I jumped and joined her. I wanted to see her… I needed to see her… all I saw was black and a music box… playing the tune.
