i could
ruin my life
if i wanted
to
take the scissors
in my bag
sink them into
an innocent neck
the boy 2 seats before me
hair slicked back
with honey
instead of gel
he says it attracts
"the ladies"
i've heard him in
the halls
insert the blade
right below his ear
where his jawline begins
i see girls
piling into a truck
breathing their worries
into vapour
i contemplate
the sounds
he'd make
would he gargle
would he scream
or would he just
lay limp
silent
pale
motionless
hey, it's me tyrel. i contemplated whether or not i should post this because i kind of felt like a psychopath but whatever this is my life and i'm not the shit pile i feel i am.
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