Tears rush down my cheeks
My nose runs
I desperately scrounge for Kleenex
You stand and stare awkwardly
Unapologetic for your cruelty
You're safe for now; I'm still crying
But once this flood stops
And I figure out exactly how much is your fault
I still have ten seconds of bawling
You have ten seconds to run
Run to Ecuador and become a drug dealer
******* the Yakuza in Kyoto
Double cross a gang of Trinidadians
Become an alcoholic gold miner
All of these are less consequential than what I plan to do.
Any place is safer than in front of me, so you'd best be fleeing.
Ten seconds *******.
Constructive criticism welcome. No, I do not plan on killing anyone currently. Stop trying to have Glenrose take me away, mom!
— The End —