I spread the red gelatinous substance on a piece of toasted bread
My conscience?
Dead.
The knife screams at me,
"What have you done?!"
Fills me with glee.
My eyes dart over the lifeless body laying on the hardwood floor
I didn't do anything
I'm simply indulging,
in some strawberry jam.
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Poetry
Poetry30 day poetry writing challenge but the catch is... I can't write, but if you're interested in reading bad poetry written by a teenager then be my guest. Some of it is really dark but I promise I'm not a serial killer! I just like writing dark poetr...
