[drabble] Stab
Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
Urgh, why won’t this damn heart die already?
Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
Oh shit, now it’s bleeding all over the place.
Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
Huh. Finally it stopped beating. Hmm.
Nice job, Changmin.
He smiled at his little handicraft he made at 3AM.
He looked up, and said, “Okay, here you go.”
He handed a plate of omelet to himself.
He exclaimed, “Thank you.” And started eating.
He finishes the dish in record time and coughed.
He put the plate in the cupboard back, washed clean.
He said, “Mmm. Best goodbye food ever.”
He walked to the knifes, took the sharpest one.
He grab it with his right hand, the left wandered
He touched his nipples, felt his rib real hard.
He looked for the gap between the bones.
He put the knife horizontally aligned to the gap
He thrusted in real hard, acros his left ribs.
He is so selfish, even when he’s killing himself it all starts with “He”
“GAAAAAAAAAAH.”
“Huh? What is it, Min?”
“Su-hyung, look at this.”
“What? Where?”
“Here, this one.”
“……GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!”
“See?”
“This is sick, why would you kill yourself after you eat an omelet?”
“Urgh, don’t put your mind in it, you’ll blast your brain out.”
“But no, seriously. Could there be something this bitch is talking about?”
“WHAT?”
“I mean, what if there is a meaning behind eating an omelet before you die?”
“……That doesn’t make any logical sense.”
“I know, but what if-“
“STOP IT YOU’RE MAKING ME NUTS.”
“-there may be something shakespearian about it, like flower language-“
“OH COME ON, GIVE IT A REST ALREADY.”
“-or the Da Vinci codes, there has to be some sign of hidden-
“OKAY NOW YOU’RE JUST PUSHING IT.”
“And you’re capslocking over everything. Listen to my talk too, not just my moans.”
“……I’m shutting this thing down.”
Urgh, why won’t this damn heart die already?
Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
Oh shit, now it’s bleeding all over the place.
Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab
Huh. Finally it stopped beating. Hmm.
Nice job, Changmin.
He smiled at his little handicraft he made at 3AM.
He looked up, and said, “Okay, here you go.”
He handed a plate of omelet to himself.
He exclaimed, “Thank you.” And started eating.
He finishes the dish in record time and coughed.
He put the plate in the cupboard back, washed clean.
He said, “Mmm. Best goodbye food ever.”
He walked to the knifes, took the sharpest one.
He grab it with his right hand, the left wandered
He touched his nipples, felt his rib real hard.
He looked for the gap between the bones.
He put the knife horizontally aligned to the gap
He thrusted in real hard, acros his left ribs.
He is so selfish, even when he’s killing himself it all starts with “He”
“GAAAAAAAAAAH.”
“Huh? What is it, Min?”
“Su-hyung, look at this.”
“What? Where?”
“Here, this one.”
“……GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!”
“See?”
“This is sick, why would you kill yourself after you eat an omelet?”
“Urgh, don’t put your mind in it, you’ll blast your brain out.”
“But no, seriously. Could there be something this bitch is talking about?”
“WHAT?”
“I mean, what if there is a meaning behind eating an omelet before you die?”
“……That doesn’t make any logical sense.”
“I know, but what if-“
“STOP IT YOU’RE MAKING ME NUTS.”
“-there may be something shakespearian about it, like flower language-“
“OH COME ON, GIVE IT A REST ALREADY.”
“-or the Da Vinci codes, there has to be some sign of hidden-
“OKAY NOW YOU’RE JUST PUSHING IT.”
“And you’re capslocking over everything. Listen to my talk too, not just my moans.”
“……I’m shutting this thing down.”