My friend is capable. She's responsible. She's ambitious. She's pretty, I'm not.
"She's everything you're not"a monster in my head tells me, round and black like a tumour that keeps growing. It keeps getting larger. But it's fine, it will grow smaller. For sure.
In my hand I'm holding a knife. Her bloody body is on the rocks where we walked almost every day.
It's gonna get smaller
It will get smaller
Get it smaller will
Smaller
SMALLER SMALLER SMALLER