a cursor on the page as i stare into blank white space
unsure of what i feel and worried it shows on my face
thoughts i cant control invade my mind
the sure instinct or maybe feeling that something just isnt right
its disturbing, unnerving, unsettling-  perhaps
thoughts turned daydream must alway become waking nightmares
perhaps one of these thoughts will be my bunny's death snare
i dont want to let go but if i must
what if, what if, what if
i cant go peacefully
what if against my will she'd die for me
id lie in bed for days but never sleep
dying because killing her was killing me