Bunny Eyes

If I would have to name what attracted me to her, then I would have to say it was her smile. Even that I just got to see it a couple of times, before she disappeared from her apartment. Seemed like a good girl, from a good family; it’s a pity she ended up the way she did.

By the second week of October, she was already acting pretty odd; rarely left her apartment, had even cut the telephone lines and spends most of her time in her bedroom locked, cuddled on her bed scared to death holding against her trembling self, as giving her some sense of security, her browned eyed three legged rabbit. The police, used to visit her regularly, but that didn’t seemed to cease her panic, as some sort of unexplained macabre event would take place in her life and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She covered her windows on black fabric for weeks, was by that time that I stop seeing her as often.   

On November 5th, my concerns about her health got to limit, as a dreadful scream filled dawn’s emptiness flowing as a cold breeze through the many buildings surrounding, the cry of a desperate girl echoed among the cold brick walls forming a dissonant melody of horrid fear, that began on the seventh floor of that old edifice in front of the 129th street. Kneeled and shaking, with both of her hands covering her wet, salty, blue eyes were she. A tiny dark box tore open with a tiny purple lace left on a random form in front of her apartment’s door, seemed to be the responsible of such a painful shout. Inside the little box, my gift.

It’s hard to understand the shouts of a burden soul, but she, my other half, was suffering of such a horrible decease, a freezing sorrowful fear that spread though her veins as some devilish haunting cast against tender souls like hers, that only love would be able to heal. My love. And so I did...


I didn’t mean to kill her.


I didn’t mean to kill her, but there’s was no other choice to make her shining smile come back from the world of the deaths, were she subtly sleeps now to never be awaken. Her heart, that precious treasure, that all the ones that ever got a glimpse of her eyes, dared to say it was bigger than anyone’s, fitted perfectly on my hand. Now in dreams, she looks alive, she got her smile back.  She always salute me with a charming grim, she likes to be there on the spot I got her, next to the window, watching the world through my perspective. If you pay attention little pieces of cotton shows among the seam, but she’s happy now on her eternal sleep.    

If I would have to name what attracted me to her, then I would have to say it was her smile. Even that I just got to see it a pair of times, now I just need to look at the corner of my room, where the stuffed princess rest, of a never ending state of lethargy, where her little heart can still be hear, beating weakly, on a little recipient made of glass filled in phormol, that rest next to wooden desk. Wearing a forever grim she stays, with the hairy and bony gift I once gave her tied with a lace around her neck, and those beautiful bunny brown eyes… that suits her best, than the blue ones she once had.