I hear a knock on the door.
I: "Come in"
"How are you doing," X enters my room holding a knife.
I: "There is no need for that"
He snarls, but happily replies: "Consider it a precaution"
As I grab a picture of my sister, X continues: "What is the purpose of our life? And what if we find ourselves with no purpose in a world that appears indifferent?"
I: "Living for the sake of living"
Seemingly on autopilot he notes: "Natural suggestion," and swiftly discards the picture.
"But ultimately futile," I falter, grabbing his knife.
X: "Taken to the logical conclusion"
I begin to sever the net covering the window: "Hardly a preventative measure"
"Sufficient for most," He eases onto my bed.
Pointing at his knife, I comment: "Unnecessary risk"
X chuckles: "Survival instinct kicking in?"
A closer look at the knife reveals an "A" engraved into the handle.
"Of course" I mumble stepping onto the window.
Anticipated apprehension arises as my feet inch closer to the edge.
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Twisted Musings: A Collection of Contradictions
PoetryThis a humble endeavor to capture the different facets of life as I see it. These poems/shorts are an attempt to make sense of the world and my place in it through the medium of words. They may not always seem entirely coherent, but they come from t...
