THAT TINY VOICE.

Listen please,

Don’t tell a soul, can’t explain

Why I’ve been bold.

Running with scissors

Into bed

Good thing the sheets

Are already red.

Yelping

Wincing

Giggling

Smiling

Falling down

Staying there

With my liquid frown.

How could I be so selfish?

Don’t you hate me for what I did?

I sure do,

I hated myself anyway.

If you held me longer

And promised my eyes

Maybe my world mightn’t have died.