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Fruit Ninja Obssession

"Why Fruit Ninja?"

"What makes you so happy

About slicing and dicing fruit?"

"I don't understand."

 

I hear it all the time.

But I can't explain

Why slicing fruit with a giant knife

Brings so much joy.

 

Honestly, I find it a bit odd

That they can't see

Everything in front of their eyes.

It's plain to see.

 

For me, at least,

It's a simple choice.

I can slice the fruit,

Or slice my wrists.

 

I can bring pain to myself

Or the fruit.

Which one

Would you prefer?

 

I prefer the cutting

of my wrists.

However, society thinks

Cutters are insane.

 

We have to fit

The "socially acceptable" standard

So I'll spend my days slicing fruit.

 

My nights will be

Consumed by bleeding.

Bleeding wrists.

Serving their justice for my crimes.

 

Fruit ninja by day.

Wrist ninja by night.

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rachel-klein
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Mar 19, 2012
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