Once a moth was trapped in my vehicle.
It was dark
I was driving
It was raining
I
wasn't
thinking
I opened the window
it flew out and
probably
died
I have grieved it for
months
But it still
probably
died
It would have
any
way
one
day
But
I
Killed
It
I loved lady bugs
They are good luck
But what if you are five
and you are
not
thinking
And you are too scared to
touch it with your
small fingers
only
five
years
old
You pick up two sticks
Invention
You accidentally
kill
it
You
Killed
It
I have never
forgotten
the
lady bug
that
I
Killed
Imagine my grief
for things
I have killed
that did not
die
Or maybe were
not born
Dreams?
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