tw: suicide, s-h. thanks for reading! ♥️
Your parents have given.
What will you give?
Have you nothing to offer?
They are owed.
You owe them.
Cut off a finger.
Cut off a finger for perfect grades.
Cut off a finger, a knuckle,
a ring,
for money.
Heaps of it.
Cut off a finger for a mask,
For acting skills.
No fingers left?
That's alright.
Move on to your hands.
Your wrists.
The knife of love,
Of expectation,
Can slice them like butter.
Watch the blood drip down your arm,
pool in red flowers on the white carpet.
Catch it in a crystal chalice
And serve it as your debt.
Don't forget to wash the carpet
After.
Don't forget
To clean
The knife.
YOU ARE READING
mediocre poetry.
Poetrypoems written in spare time, mostly unedited, sometimes romantic.
