Her brothers hired a P. I., and found me. They stiffed me on a deal, so I made mince meat of their sister.
"We're gonna bury you alive," they said. "With just enough air so you'll go mad before you die."
"Do me a favor," I said, and they did. Sealed me in a metal box and left a rectangle made from glass cut out of the top, and a hole open to the sky. I wanted to see the moon rise one last time.
A full moon moving across the opening. It'll soon be gone, and so will I.
"We're gonna bury you alive," they said. "With just enough air so you'll go mad before you die."
"Do me a favor," I said, and they did. Sealed me in a metal box and left a rectangle made from glass cut out of the top, and a hole open to the sky. I wanted to see the moon rise one last time.
A full moon moving across the opening. It'll soon be gone, and so will I.
