Greed is a terrible thing. Isn't it.You know the worst thing about dying is that no one believes you.Greed is a terrible thing. Isn't it. by ~ragged-ashes
You could be out one day, maybe a week, or a month, and just drop dead,
but you try explaining that to friends. Ohhh no.
They'll say you left them out:- that you should have known when
you were gonna die, so that you could've let them know!
They'll say why didn't you tell us? and aren't we your friends?
Friends mean well, sure, but they're not really very friendly to you ever, are they?
Family can be the same. Ah, family; one of the most corrupt and misunderstood
activities of the animal kingdom. Rare is the animal that can understand its own family.
Ah! You don't believe me.
lessonsThe last time I hit you it was Marchlessons by ~ragged-ashes
and you were learning
how to tell the hour from an analog clock.
You asked me what the time was; I said
“I don’t have time for this”
I said “don’t you have homework?”
your pencil dug into the table wood
dragging coarse grooves imitating tree rings
or the rings you would make around trees, with your arms
leaving the true weathering to nature; skies, seas, snow.
you drew hands holding each other on each clock,
your eyebrows huddled together, eyes squinting like
they could almost see
and mostly you thought you were right
unable to see the red pen of future cor
Sta.sh
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