Content Warning: Death/violence
All my friends have tried
but did you know, when teeth split
apple skin, chew and swallow
it’s still alive? I may not bleed green but
I see me looming, coroner-like
halfhearted flirtations, giggles, eyes, it’s a corpse
I can’t commit too.
I think I’d stop eating all together.
That’s how it always ends
just matters when, and soon.
In nightmares I am stabbed to death.
Evil men, residual I still feel it
even now, cells respire
base of my spine.
I wonder if anyone dreams of me.
Any victim. Plunging knives.