eventually, it will die. it will be a long and slow process, but, in the end, it will meet it's demise. it will shriek. attempt to right itself. try to get back on its feet. it will tremor in pain and fight the inevitable. it will slowly crawl across the ground. whimpering. leaving a trail behind it. a trail leading back to the initial scene. a place where no such thing was imagined. i'll pick it up with a worried look on my face. a face that shows how sorry i am and how much i miss its original splendor. i'll put it in a small cardboard box and carry it home with me. leave the box out in the garage. and, everyday, bring it food and water. nurture it. listen to it scrape against the sides in pain. fighting the quietus. i'll lose sleep over the sound. let the scratches change my dreams. watch as it turns more and more pale with the passing days. listen to its lungs quiver. the rattles of entropy. the last moans and whimpers. and then finally i'll block it out. let nature take its course. find solace and distraction elsewhere. and then she will be gone. eventually, it will die. it may take a long time, but. eventually. it will. die.

posted by adam @ 12:21 AM