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!