One cut. Two cut. Three cut.
Stop!
They won’t know still,
They won’t think to realise…
Four cut. Five cut… no more!
Too obvious.
Can i claw my eyes out now?
I suspect that’ll be hard.
Cut?
Claw?
Cry?
Cry.
Unending. Uncontrolled. Unexplained.
Not too loud,
We have neighbours.
Not too low,
We’ll choke on d sobs.
What next?
Die?
And then?
What if its the same way over at the other side?
Shall I go check?
Or shall I just cut?
Posted by Abidakun Tumise
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