Hello, friend.
I’m sorry I killed you.
I didn’t mean to.
It was purely reflex.
You scared me and I lashed out.
I’m sorry.
Can you ever forgive me?
I suppose you can’t.
You’re dead.
My fault.
If you hadn’t snuck up on me,
I would not have killed you.
I would have politely stepped away,
And showed you the door.
But you startled me.
You appeared out of nowhere.
I thought I was going to die.
I screamed.
My instincts took over.
Not your fault.
But to be fair,
I was taking a shower,
And your eight hairy legs
Should have never landed on my head.
That’s a good way to get yourself killed.
photo by: Timothy Dykes