July 23, 2006
Dead rabbits everywhere. Not bunnies. They were mature dwarf rabbits. Their fur, once soft as threads of silk, now tacky from drying blood. They were pouring at me from all sides. Some fell from the sky. Saving myself kept my tired legs running. There was a door, my goal. By a hair I made it through, slammed it shut, crunching the fragile bones of a ferocious creature. Its skull crushed, slit an ear in half, and one eyed bulged out. The guilt trapped my nightmare. In redemption, I opened the door, and let them devour my flesh into a carcass.