vagantes
03-02-2012, 07:35 AM
"I am sorry to have to tell you,"
Said the doctor, speaking slowly and clearly,
Looking at me across the desk with eyes wide open.
I noticed the whiteness of her throat,
And how her breasts swelled softly
Beneath her crisp white blouse.
Outside the birds sang, and a 'bus,
Noisily made its way up the hill.
In another room someone coughed, apologetically.
As I turned to leave, I thought of how
She would go home to her lover that night
And slowly and lovingly copulate in their bed.
And how, perhaps months later, a child would be born,
Who would be living, when I was not.
So I slowly pulled out my gun
And shot her twice through the head.
Said the doctor, speaking slowly and clearly,
Looking at me across the desk with eyes wide open.
I noticed the whiteness of her throat,
And how her breasts swelled softly
Beneath her crisp white blouse.
Outside the birds sang, and a 'bus,
Noisily made its way up the hill.
In another room someone coughed, apologetically.
As I turned to leave, I thought of how
She would go home to her lover that night
And slowly and lovingly copulate in their bed.
And how, perhaps months later, a child would be born,
Who would be living, when I was not.
So I slowly pulled out my gun
And shot her twice through the head.