everyone should know that i
hide a knife in my bouquet of flowers.
i give to you a beautiful arrangement,
whether that be of flowers, or
of myself,
there is bound to be a knife in there somewhere.
so when you pick and prod through the things
i give to you,
there will be a piece of me there,
sharp and ready,
to hurt you.
r.k.
YOU ARE READING
Meathead Monologue
PoetryI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
