My Mom
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Stabbing a knife in my hand would look like fun, I have no clue why, I go to the kitchen and pick up the handy carving knife, But, I, Don't do it, Why? I don't care, I was just bored, Stabbing myself just looked like fun, But, On sudden impulse, A gut feeling, Instinct, Boredom, My hand lashes out slicing my arm, I drop the knife and sink to the floor, Cutting myself was less exciting than I expected, Suddenly, My eye sees the most beautiful red line appear, As my blood crawls out of my body, Tears of happiness and fascination well up in my eyes as my blood starts marching down my arm, Leaving the most beautiful crimson line in its wake, My heart starts beating faster as I play with my new toy, Happy as a 5 year old. Then my Mom wakes up, Screaming, The picture of her dead son still fresh in her mind, Screaming, Like she has done every single night, Since that day, 5 years ago, When, I, Died. |
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