Schwester

I slowly slice a bagel into two,

smashing cream cheese on to both halves.

Police walk through my entire home

  donning briefcases and latex gloves.

My parents nervously sip coffee in the 

  corner

  talking to a man in a suit.

I assume they'll try to keep me home today

  but I'll fight it. 

  I cannot afford to miss AP Calc.

I need to get into a good college, you see.

 

Everyone glances at me

  out of the peripheral vision.

Fucking morons.

Clean the blood off the floor

and get your asses out of my house.

No, I don't feel bad about

  her dying (in there).

No, I don't think it should be a big deal.

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