Today I made a mistake.
I did it again
I tried holding myself back but the rage felt so good.
I just kept on going. One knife after the other. Until he stopped struggling altogether.
His mother was calling for him. I helped her look but we couldn't find him.
He's still there, under the carpet with the other one.
This time felt different.
It was better.
I finally felt like I had a purpose. I knew what I was doing. I wasn't so lost anymore.
My shirt still smells of him. It reeks of sour metal.
The same smell as the other one.
I think the dog saw.
