short stories



I could wait for an explosion
To expel me from here
And fly anywhere without fear

I could fall asleep with the bugs
And wake up to see
What is left of me.

I could set myself on fire
I'd lie in the aisle during my wedding
and watch my bride trample over me

I could think so hard that my
brain becomes liquid and experience
the clouds scattering my existence

I could see the world as numbers
And get an erection
for seductive equations

I could beat my heart
And throw it as a water balloon
To burst upon the world


Thank you for the freewill.
I'm not sure I was ready.

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