I used to think of it quite rarely, those moments triggered by those I'd read in books.
I don't need books to make me think about that now. It's in my thoughts day and night.
The harmless kitchen knife, lying in the drawer.
The empty, hollowness I've been feeling far too much.
I don't even remember eating, but I'm gaining weight.
I try so hard, so very hard to not disappoint, but that's all I manage to do.
Looks of absolute disdain greet me in the mornings.
So all I can think about is that harmless kitchen knife, until it gains a hell lotta purpose the way I imagine that it could be put to use.
Just one cut.
Just one.
YOU ARE READING
Unturned stones
عشوائيI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
