I sat watching
walls of glass,

thinking to myself
about the
green plastic crocodile
my mother bought me
as a kid.

I cut it's tail with
scissors that I stole
from school,
thinking that it would grow back.

The walls shook a little
and then
shatterred,
cutting me in several different places.

I let myself bleed,
thinking that it would stop.

Soon I was sitting on what felt like a wet
sponge.

The couch turned red.

I let myself die.

Thinking that
it would
not matter.