Under The Bridge

From now on he will live under the bridge.
He will sleep on a bed of cardboard and pigeon feathers.
He will eat rats and glass.
There was a time when he slept on a mattress and ate rice.
But his mattress and rice days are over. From now on he will live under the bridge.
And he will be King of The Bridge.

Late one night, a week into his new life as King of The Bridge, he wakes up to find A Girl standing over him and looking at him.

A Girl is under the bridge because she was walking along the river and happened upon the bridge.

Who are you?
I am A Girl. Who are you?
I am King of The Bridge
Where’s your crown?
It’s over there
Why isn’t it on your head?
Because it was itching me
It doesn’t look much like a crown
Maybe I will rape you
Maybe?
I haven’t decided yet. I probably will though.
If I try to run away now will you catch me and kill me?
Yes
How will you kill me?
I will drown you in the river. I will push your face into the water until you stop moving and then I will have sex with your corpse
Why is there so much blood coming out of your mouth?
I ate some bottles earlier and they were quite sharp
Do you live under the bridge?
Yes
Maybe I will come and live here with you
You could be Queen of The Bridge
I would like that
I would like that too. I’ll fashion you a crown out of these rat tails and bottle caps


And they live under the bridge together until they both die horrible, painful, slow deaths.