Another Coffin

My mother would have frowned on my human tears. Once, I would have, too. Only the weak cry. Right, Mother?

Right.

Weak. That's what I am. Crying human tears at - what? Death? I've seen it before. I've seen the caskets shoot away before. This is nothing new.

So . . . what is it? I wish I knew.

I'm standing here, crying foolish human tears over you, human. petaQ. Making me cry like this. In front of the captain and Chakotay. I hate you.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you for dying. For loving me.

For making me love you.

*END*

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