Stabbed; Scared Poem by Ebubechi Ireke

I stabbed him.

It didn't just happen. I warned him, but he wouldn't listen. maybe he thought it was a joke, until I stabbed him.

It appeared first as a pen, then scissors, then a knife.

I told him to stop. He kept laughing.

I said 'Shut up', but he kept talking.

It echoed in my head.

He wouldn't stop talking. He kept laughing. My head kept spinning.

I picked up the pen and pointed it to him. He laughed at it, knowing, it couldn't hurt. In my mind, it transformed into scissors, I approached him, knowing I couldn't stab. But when it reached his stomach, I stabbed him. It turned into a knife.

There was blood. Blood everywhere. It flowed to the ground. He looked at me, shocked. I looked at him and smiled.

He won't underestimate me again. He knows I can stab. He'll be scared. I did it.

Yes, yes, yes

All this I said while in the psychologist office,

Under hypnosis,

Undergoing therapy

I wish I could do it.

It's so easy in my head,

But my hands can't pick up a pen,

When I see him.

He's my...

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