today dad told me that
he'll enroll me in a school
i was supposed to be happy
but human communication
is something i'm trying to limit
in my daily life
i talked to my gallery about it
didn't give me any useful advice
the man with the horns congratulated
me though
he told me that i'll make friends
there
that he'll be with me 24/7
but that only made me feel worse
getting to know people is not
something i'm very good at
because
i smell like death
i bring death
i attract death
i am death
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
