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we both know i’m not crazy. they sent me here because they’re scared that i’m better. that i found the secret to life, the thing that makes you happy and whole and normal, and better than everyone else. we both know what that is but we don’t talk about it.
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the lines blur in my head
i’m in the living room except this time you’re there with me and i’m watching Them sleeping. Except we both know they’re not waking up again. suddently i’m aware of the odor. we run to the bathroon and i’m vomitting in the toilet with you outside the door waiting for me.
we walk back and i turn off the gas and open the windows. i have a thought. i smile and the smile turns into a laugh. then i get quiet and go get a knife from the sink in that kitchen. That Kitchen. creepy. they’re sitill lying on the floor. you sit on the couch with a pad and pencil in your hand and take notes while i slowly undress them and fold their clothes. then i put the knife to his stomach and i press in. no blood sprays out, but i guess it’s fine. the skin separates and i do it again and all the sudden he has no skin left. i’m so happy and free and i’m flowing through the veins of every single fucking person in the sad world. i’m high on death. i turn to her and i start to carve words that mean more to me than i could ever express out loud. i bet that makes you sad. too fucking bad.
then you nod your head and close your book and we get up and leave. i don’t look back.
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time’s up. you sigh. i reach out and grab your hand. i tell you everything’s going to be fine, don’t worry. i leave nail marks in you hand and they bleed life onto the floor.
sometimes our minds play tricks on us. we have to be careful.