!S.U.C.I.D.E
S.U.C.I.D.E
"what we live for!?"
he says, with a knife
dangling
angling
in his hand.
"we gonna die one day!
better do it today
An' save God his pray!"
so he lifts the knife:
rusty, crusty
blade
"Kinda reminds me
of her freckled face."
That girl who said no
at the race
when he stood in mud,
in front of friends
and said with pace,
"will you be my girl?"
and...
she said
"nop!"
and they all laughed.
That cold, sharp
razor thin laugh.
"Stupid whore!"
he says, slits wrists.
cries. and mommy cries
"Okay up there Keithy!?"
as she comes up stairs.
and he slits throat
bleeds like a goat.
mommy comes in
like a boat,
sails in a
pool of blood.
"Keithy...!..?"
she gasps
as he gasps,
Sees stars
shiny stars
as world fades
like shooting star.
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