This really ****** me up. I don’t usually give context to my poems. I don’t have anywhere else to vent something like this. The road I take to get home is narrow and curvy. Very dangerous if you’re not paying attention. There are animals in the area. The main cast being two bunnies, a black one and a white one. They hung out all the time and I would slow down to make sure I never ever hit them. I always had the intrusive thought of one of those bunnies dying. It came true. I rolled up the road and there they were. The black bunny was standing over the white one. It hit me like a ******* brick. I couldn’t and can’t stop crying. I’ve dealt with death and I’ve seen death. I still get so torn up. It was late, so I kept going. I feel selfish and guilty. So..y’know, made a poem.