What you don’t know won’t kill you, my mother used to say.
I think this as the muzzle of the gun finds its steady aim.
Your eyes widen. “You wouldn’t…”
I pull the trigger. The shot echoes.
What you don’t know won’t –
Well, it already has.
What you don’t know won’t kill you, my mother used to say.
I think this as the muzzle of the gun finds its steady aim.
Your eyes widen. “You wouldn’t…”
I pull the trigger. The shot echoes.
What you don’t know won’t –
Well, it already has.