I killed my father.
You left at age 3.
Years later.
John Doe in hospital.
RN knows your face.
You stole the Oxy.
How could they forget.
Hospital rings: “You know the John Doe?”
John Doe is my father.
John Doe is a vegetable.
Choice is mine.
Choice is mine.
Live or die.
So I pull the plug.
( x___x )♡
