Stretched out along the pavement like
Pink tape running down the length of the block
A large red pool by the trunk
Not done yet–she seems to have breath still
What more can we do to her? Her body’s
Almost just red pulpy matter;
We’ve gotten all we can from her. No!
She’s still breathing; don’t you hear?
She’s asking for my help. . .
Why did I do this. . .she only wanted help,
So? She used to help me too, but
Who cares? Here, I’ll crush the life out of her. . .
You don’t have to watch. . .What?
Abandon her? But. . .I love her. Ha!
You? Love? Hahahaha You love HER? She’s dead.
Dead? How? Oh, you know. You left her
She asked for help and you turned away.
I did not know; I want her back. Give her back.
It’s too late now, no turning back.