"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"A DOLPHIN TRAINER!!!"
"A vet."
"Idk... Something with animals. Probably a vet."
"Idk."
"A vet."
"Dead."
"A vet for sea animals."
"A writer."
"What's it matter?"
"A forensic psychologist."
"Idk."
"A therapist. Or at least something in psychology."
"There's no point in picking. I'm going to die at 18 if not sooner. But I guess I can still tell them my last answer."
"I dunno. I'm trying to figure that out."
"Well.... I really like writing."
"There's no point trying for anything when I'll be dead in a couple years."
"Writer."
"I can't make it. I was never going to make it long enough to have a career. I hate this question!"
"Something."
"Writer."
"My attempts from years ago should have worked. Why am I still here? I SHOULDN'T STILL BE HERE TO HAVE TO PICK!"
"I FINISHED MY FIRST NOVEL! THIS IS INCREDIBLE! I HAVE TO BE A WRITER!!!"
"Writer. I'll just keep going with that until I can attempt again without hurting anyone."
*sighs* "I guess I'm stuck here since I can't leave my mom and I really don't wanna hurt anyone who cares about me...."
"Maybe I'll be a book editor. I hate editing my books, but editing my friends' is kinda fun."
"Nah. I'll stick with just writing."
"Writer. Possibly editor. I'll see when I'm an adult."
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9/22/2022
YOU ARE READING
The Knife
PoetryShort story poem thing, lol. Idk, 330 words. Literally. I checked. So just read it. If you don't like it... you wasted like 2 minutes. I did mention stabbing someone, so like... If you're into that it's there... *** Okay, so cuz I made this last yea...
