I killed my parents last night.
My sister said Let Them Bleed.
And so I ran, trying to get help.
Our local doctor is living right next to us.
He looked at me, preparing the straight-jacket.
No-one believed me.
No-one listened properly.
Usually, I run.
This time, I faced my fear and ran forwards,
while my parents lay dying,
and my sister’s eyes on the prize.
I never want to sleep again.
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