My day started where I threatened my paper with my pen,
Pointing it at it as if it owed me.
I am with the weapon, but first to surrender,
Against a blank white mush of bark and resin.
But my ego can’t accept defeat,
So I grabbed my knife and stabbed it—
Blood scribbled all over,
But it was silent.
I wasn’t satisfied. I grabbed and crumpled its face- Heard its cries;
It sounded like a crushed bug.
I paid no thought and found my next victim.
Identical to the last, and both ended stabbed and crumpled.
Their cries echo my exhaustion—
But I am just a kid in love.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 1:25 AM UTC
My day started where I threatened my paper with my pen,
Pointing it at it as if it owed me.
I am with the weapon, but first to surrender,
Against a blank white mush of bark and resin.
But my ego can’t accept defeat,
So I grabbed my knife and stabbed it—
Blood scribbled all over,
But it was silent.
I wasn’t satisfied. I grabbed and crumpled its face- Heard its cries;
It sounded like a crushed bug.
I paid no thought and found my next victim.
Identical to the last, and both ended stabbed and crumpled.
Their cries echo my exhaustion—
But I am just a kid in love.
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