She Is Still Fu#*ing Dead

The bystander tried CPR to no avail. She was still fu#*ing dead.

You lost control and attacked the RV, trying to get at the driver. She was still fu#*ing dead.

We arrived and ran an EKG. The strip said that she was still fu#*ing dead.

We were afraid the blanket would set you off again, so we delayed covering her up. She was still fu#*ing dead.

You went to war with the troopers, dragging us into the fray. She was still fu#*ing dead.

We all rolled around in the mud until you submitted. She was still fu#*ing dead.

She laid there under the blanket, her blood pooled on the wet pavement. She was still fu#*ing dead.

You sat in the back of the cruiser, handcuffs digging into your wrists. She was still fu#*ing dead.

We all wrote very detailed narratives while the troopers waited for the coroner. She was still fu#*ing dead.

All of that and she is still fu#*ing dead.

Sorry you had to read this,
Schmoe