I don't know what's wrong with me.
But I just got so angry. Frustrated.
I wanted to yell.
I didn't. There were people around.
I was cutting an apple, peeling the skin off.
It was bright red
And it was glistening under the light.
I had the knife in my hand
And for a second - no it was more than just one second -
I wanted to throw it.
And I wanted it to hurt.
And I wanted to see the glistening again.
But I don't know who I was aiming for.
Them,
me
or the apple.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
I don't know what's wrong with me.
But I just got so angry. Frustrated.
I wanted to yell.
I didn't. There were people around.
I was cutting an apple, peeling the skin off.
It was bright red
And it was glistening under the light.
I had the knife in my hand
And for a second - no it was more than just one second -
I wanted to throw it.
And I wanted it to hurt.
And I wanted to see the glistening again.
But I don't know who I was aiming for.
Them,
me
or the apple.
