Apr 3 • Poetry/Writings
Day 3 of poetry month!
I Was Crying
in front of my air conditioner
because I was out of money, and words
are almost as expensive as friends.
Family is a useless noise
I too often hang myself with,
So I started gathering knives
from the kitchen and hiding them
in plain sight to remind myself
to only talk to strangers
who offer me candy
and old ladies giving away free apples.
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