Summer living
Summer not

You are sitting in an unseen place.
Everyone's story has been written by you.
Drama that never ends.
You see, God, you're just having fun.

You will see other stars only after the Sunset.

but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair

"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"

"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."