Nina Layton-Rose 4

I did not cry when my best friend ended his life.

He was useless.

My house is a shit-filled silo underneath a permanently overcast sky.

This town is a happy place with happy people, nobody here cries when their loved ones kill themselves.

I did not cry when I was defiled that humid night.

Yesterday, my dog was bitten by a snake, he vomited blood all over the porch, I was more than happy to lick it all up as he pleaded for help.

I did not cry when he succumbed to the snake's vicious venom.

I did not cry when I lost my limbs that humid night.

Every morning, the mailman greets me with a warm smile, as I'm elbow deep inside of my dead friend's corpse.

He's not useless anymore.

I love to relive the moment on that merry-go-round.

Everything was at it's place, I was free of adversity, free of pain and free of all mortal burden.

My vision was clear as my very being was impaled.

Every night I laugh at myself, I am so happy about losing my pearl, my God and my friend.