by Huesque Foster
I tap the knife hanging out of my chest.
I've warmed the length of the blade with my body.
I feel an odd satisfaction
seeing it fit perfectly in its cavity.
I feel a lot more satisfaction from places,
I never usually would. I like the pool
of blood I lay in and its impressively vast expanse.
My routine audits now seem impactful
now that I've been noticed.
I can prompt a man to go out of his way
and stab me centred between the ribs.
I'm a lot more proud of the things I did
Even my standard edition grades
Because they brought me here
To a scenic death, surrounded by my bed and walls.
It's cosy on the floor. The liquid keeps me warm.
The floor is a decent place to sleep.
I thought the opposite, a short while back
I loathed the mother who sold my bed;
Tears don't teach gratitude like blood.
My life wasn't bad
judging from where I am
Even the sharp pains in my chest stopped.
The man stopped staring so I could finally rest;
All things have a happy end.
Huesque is a swimmer, artist, and writer. Huesque is a horror and comedy novelist