Sister

I walked over to my pet rabbit.
In my little hand I had a carrot.

"What my sister doesn't
Know won't hurt her!" I
Grinned from ear to ear
As I snapped my bunny's neck.

I ate the carrot
Satisfied.

The next year, I turned 6.
"What my sister doesn't
Know won't hurt her!" I
Cheerfully exclaimed as I ran
over the frog with my new toy car.

The next year, I turned 7.
"What my sister doesn't
Know won't hurt her." I
said without feeling as I
slipped a plastic bag over a
spider and crushed it with my foot.

Few years later, when I
Turned 11, I came face
to face with my dear sister.
In my hand I had a chainsaw.

"What you, my dear sister,
Don't know won't hurt you."
I reved the engine and slammed
it into her as Daddy watched the scene.

As I look back on it now,
I tell myself:
"What my sister knew killed her."
That's why I don't know anything.