Split in Two
This is socialization. This is sterilization. This is a big goddamned joke.
I wiped the sweat out of my eyes and crossed myself, foiling vengeful demons and other dangerous ilk. I stretched slowly, undoing the tension throughout my back and shoulders that living had provided. I took my phone out of my pocket, ancient and primordially disgusting, and put it on the block. I lifted the ax and chopped that bitch in two. I took out my wallet, sparsely inhabited by small bills and old membership cards to things I didn’t have the heart to turn down. I lifted the ax and split that bitch in two. I retrieved my nicest clothes from the darkest corner of my oldest wardrobe and proceeded to cut out some snowflakes. I took the prettiest snowflake, the one made profound by hiding shapes in the bright paper, and split that bitch in two.
I’ve been split in two, I thought, and took an instant dislike to half of the both of them. So I had them split each other in two. Fixed, I congratulated myself. Nope, nope, nope…not so fast, now. You missed. All four of me still have a half I don’t like. So they all split each other in two again. On and on it went, until I realized the task was impossible and now there’s too much of me to supervise.
*hugs* we’re all fragmented ppl. we just have to figure out how to keep the bits together.
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I would like an axe. xx
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