– tony.espino –

a human. for now.

7.16 | july

chronicle of an unreliable voice

Folder 15

Roadkill is a really good name for whatever I just ran over. I’m instantly able to forget about this because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a person. Whatever it was was most likely a creature that’s considered less than human so, therefore, what I did was not a crime. Whatever it was surely had enemies, and now I’m a hero of sorts. That creature may have been planning an attack on some other innocent creatures and the highway was the last obstacle on its covert mission. When I think about it the odds are that this creature made a lot of death threats, and the other creatures would gather at town meetings praying that someone would run over this creature. And so I did.

“Sometimes I feel a fire in my stomach. And I don’t know why.” The Phantom lit a match and swallowed it.
“So where you heading?” She was covered in blood with a soft spot for hitchhikers.
“Away from art.”
“Is that your boyfriend?”
“What do you mean?”
“Hop in.”
“Thanks. Don’t worry. I’m not going to mug you or–”
The Lady in blood leans over to study The Phantom and exposes a mini hatchet tucked in her waistline. She takes the corner of her shirt and wrings out fresh blood.
“Make sure you take your shoes off before you come in.”


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