No you go first it’s your birthday.
Hurrying to catch the bus.
I told her I had a surprise for her when I get there.
Finished paying for a love bracelet at the pawn shop.
It was her birthday and she didn’t think I knew.
Love holds me in its arms and keeps me from falling when
the bus hits the brakes without warning.
She cries when she puts it on.
She cooks some up and gives me the pipe.
No you go first it’s your birthday.
She slumps over and turns dark blue.
No pulse.
Call for help on her phone.
Wipe my prints off.
Hope no one saw me when I left.
Took the bracelet and got my money back.
