Digger

Tonight for some reason I just can't sleep. I keep
remembering my first true and pure hatred. It was
an infant, so new and pure, and it was directed at
my parents. I remember it all so clear, the smell,
the taste, the times. It was a nice summer's day.
Just the kind that a boy and his dog prayed for. Just
right for running and frolicking, for finding fields of high
grass and playing hide and seek. My dog, Digger, was
my best friend. But I can remember ever so clear.
rounding the corner of the house, and seeing the men
with the big guns. They were all poised, ready to kill
Digger. What I couldn't believe was that my mother and
father just stood there. They weren't willing to sacrifice
themselves for Digger. He was ours, a member of our
family. My parents, they were cowards, less than slime.
If the shoe had been on the other foot Digger would've
fought til the death. I remembered looking at Digger,
my Digger, still looking like a pup. But obviously there
were certain changes. The rolling around of his eyes in
his head and the constant foaming at the mouth. I loved
my Digger. I remembered screaming stop as they shot
him non-stop. Dam I loved Digger, and the fact that they
killed him right in front of me. They did this all with my parents
blessings. Dam the fires back again. I'm remembering
running and wrestling with my Digger. The way that he
would growl at me followed by the nips. He really liked
it when I nipped him back. He was assassinated that's the
only way to describe his demise. Here in the dark I can
see the light. Retribution had to be made, each individual
face haunted me. They demanded to be released. I
remember each, and everyone, and the judgement that
each faced. I thought that it was all over. I thought that Digger
could finally rest. But here in the dark with my eyes rolling
around in my head. I can't stop foaming at the mouth and
thinking about my parents. Heeheeheeeee