Of Euthanasia....
Deep black pools releft a face with droppy blood-shot eyes, a sniffling nose, and makeup running down the cheeks mixing in with an endless flow of silent tears. A hand clutches a white kleenex to the nose.
Is that me? Why do I look so scared? Am I scared for you, small and shivering and weak, or am I scared for me? Am I scared for what lies ahead for both of us?
The fear of the unknown.....
I want to run away. I don't want to be here. But I don't want you to be alone.
I'm here. I'm here. Shhhhh. I'm here.
As the pink liquid gets forced into you, you jerk away and I cringe knowing that somehow it's my fault you're lying there.
"She's gone."
RIP
Puffy
Is that me? Why do I look so scared? Am I scared for you, small and shivering and weak, or am I scared for me? Am I scared for what lies ahead for both of us?
The fear of the unknown.....
I want to run away. I don't want to be here. But I don't want you to be alone.
I'm here. I'm here. Shhhhh. I'm here.
As the pink liquid gets forced into you, you jerk away and I cringe knowing that somehow it's my fault you're lying there.
"She's gone."
RIP
Puffy