If He Goes And Dies On Me

You Here To Finish Me Off, Sweetheart?

Yes, I’m A Mouse. Squeak, Squeak. Now Shoo-shoo Back To Your Little Bug Friends,” Said Rirped, Picking Up A Hunk Of Dried Beef. He Tore A Off A Piece With His Teeth And Noticed Boots Hadn’t Moved. He Pulled Back His Lips To Reveal A Row Of Jagged Teeth And Gave Her A Sharp Hiss.

I Merely Feel Emptyness. A Hollow Of Dead Brush Where Flowers Use To Bloom.

As Long As You Can Find Yourself, You’ll Never Starve.

If I'm Going To Die, I Want To Still Be Me