Cuts
I like blood. It looks so royal. It comes out like an army of ants when I make a hole in the nest. I want it all to come out. I want the nest to die. I want the ants to run away. But they don't run. They fight for the nest, they try to fix the wall I poked a hole in. So I poke another hole. And another. And another.
I could do it. I could kill the nest. By cutting all the walls open. And if someone stops me from doing it, from killing the nest, I'll just try it again later. Later.
Now.
I could do it. I could kill the nest. By cutting all the walls open. And if someone stops me from doing it, from killing the nest, I'll just try it again later. Later.
Now.
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