pImage from American Psycho film (2000)

WAKE UP CALL

The cuts were his distraction. Drops of blood pooled, drowned his pangs of hunger spreading like spilled sugar.

This was his daydream-he carved into reality. Slicing until he dried out. It seemed so easy; not having to provide.

Never needing or being needed. People can’t miss what they don’t know. And, after a while, he would be forgotten. Or, even better-Never have existed.

But closing his eyes, didn’t allow an escape, a hiding place, none of the things he imagined.

He could still feel the pull and hear the call of life and loved ones…

(Smile, call, kiss, hug, acknowledge someone, anyone-TODAY!

-AM