I GOT SAD

Then I shot my head. There was–I could see the hole in my vision in my head. A flashlight.

A dark guy came out of my head. He hanged behind me like girls’ hair. I am scared of him but I can’t ever get away from him. Never. Not ever.

My friends don’t come home. I don’t even care those fuckers. Fuck them. All I need … is my dog and my mom. So long as I got those. My dog, and my mom.

I got nice moms.

 

 

 

 

                                                         

first published in Transition

 

 

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