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Hello, friend. I'm sorry I killed you.

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

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