Dec 07, 2006 19:16
One time.
As I lay on the concrete doorstep in front of my house,
I closed my eyes and imagined
a kitchen knife
sliding
across my throat
a red river behind it.
And I thought to myself,
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if I never had to get up?"
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