Daydream

What if... no.

But what if... STOP IT.

It's better not to think of these things.

To shove them into the pit of our stomachs, where we can pretend they don't exist.

Pretend their claws aren't carving away at the softest parts of us.

Oh, you say you don't have them.

Claim that my demons are not your own.

We both know better.

That moment, looking out from the balcony.

You wonder what would happen if you were to lean just a little further.

The way your fingertips carress the edges of kitchen knives...

lingering on the metal for just a moment too long.

And if you were to turn the steering wheel an inch to the left...

No.

These thoughts are just daydreams,

born from a curious mind.

That's all.