The Bloody Doors Off

I was hurt. I was angry. I was losing my best friend.

The digital clock shone 11:11. The superstitious say ‘make a wish’. I refused. What if it came true?

I burnt the meatloaf in the microwave.

Sleep if for the meek.

This won’t hurt, now, didn’t it?

Rest, brave soldier. Your watch is at its end.