Cursed Bunny

The reason was unknown. Nor did he know the people who were dragging him away. In truth, the boy didn’t know who he himself was.

Model 1’s skin is wet from my tear

The back of her head landed on the snare that years ago had held the fox captive.

the boy was busily licking away at the blood underneath his fingernails and around his mouth, as if trying to lap up every drop of it.

Following a strange voice around in a strange place, just because it pretends to be kind …”

the more she tries to recall these memories the fainter they become

Cursing others leads to two graves.”

that he didn’t even have time to visit his only son in the hospital

his dreams, the child sat under a tree with a white rabbit with black-tipped ears and tail, pleasantly eating away at his own brain.

While they did so, no one noticed that the white bunnies with black-tipped ears and tails, invisible under the daylight sun, were also moving into the office.