Stained Red Lies
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1 min readJul 25, 2016
The bright red numbers cut through the darkness
2:34, they read
A lonely child lies awake
“Don’t do it,” the text cries
“I won’t care; I’m just pretending,” is all they get
The knife is yelling like a mad man
“I hate you,” they whisper.
Finally the knife gets his wish
Three o’clock sees the first wave of blood.
One cut, two cut, three
Better stop before they find me.
The sky outside turns red
The floor underneath gets stained
Thud.
The knife is on the ground
It’s silent now.
“Never again,” is mumbled.
The knife chuckles as it’s put back
A jacket to cover it
An array of lies to justify it.