cigarette

books and pastels.
cigarettes and a razor blade by his bed.
decides its too late
decides chalkboard trays aren't for free.
caves in his wrist.
opens his eye's.
opens his throat.
head down to toe.
saturday girls eat for free.
waits like a salted snail.
sinking into his car seat.
see's one.
2 days later.
i hope they find her body.
i hope they find his too.
its in his closet.
its gruesome.
his wrists are butchered.
and so is his chest.
"should have gave him a chance"
yeah.
she should have.
decides its too late
decides chalkboard trays aren't for free.
decides its too late
decides chalkboard trays aren't for free.
decides its too late
decides its too late
let me put your head on my lap
i've missed you
opens his throat.
head down to toe.
'i missed you too'