red
scarf

take that leap and jump down high anytime.

the sky breaks your thigh and you. you die.

lie and cry and say bye. they all wear black.

you don't really care.

humans affairs are such boring despairs.

apathetic and narcissistic

life's a chess game, but you flip the board.

fuck the unsympathic arithmetic of the world.

unwilling to admit, but the train ride to flushing still slits your wrist.

you don't lie. just paint your scarf bright red instead. great.

play this life like some murder mystery.

this disarray of limbs. i thought i said "don't hurt her".

you just want to paint the skins of your scarf,

bright red, red. alright, not tonight.

but let her live another snowey day. smother her later.

you dont't really care.

maybe everyone's apathetic and narcissistic too,

just like you.

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created during the spring of 2024