Sometime During The Night

September 12, 2006
by thethingswethink

Sometime during the night, she stopped breathing. I’d like to say it wasn’t my fault, but I know better. The police will never know, and if I hadn’t said it, you would have never known either. But I know. I know I’m the one who put the fluid in her lungs. Over and Over. Until it was no longer necessary.

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