Kill Creek Cops
What if the lights are out, but both their eyes open, no
longer touching, no struggle for sheets. In two more
hours, they'll still both be freezing, but pride is the
winner. She finds he out-did her, he's no longer
breathing. So what if the cops were wrong? Silence is
fighting. Ten years are long enough; ten years are
plenty. New comfort serves now as a confederate to make
her confess. He needs to know. He pries again angry. She
cries again, "Maybe its nothing I did." So what if the
cops were wrong? Silence is fighting.
