,,a poem
by rasp

i think my arms are made of candy
so i bite them.
bite other people, too
but mainly myself, because i taste the best, i heard.
god i feel like a deity here.
this small, small world, but i'm smaller than most:
i should be able to stand up someday
but until then,
my arms are made of candy,
and candy stretches and pulls ulls ulls
my insides are made of rainbow taffy
and my guts are licoriche
my eyes are gummy bears
and my brain is sour dust.
nothing more than just dust
but until then,
i'll eat myself until i can't hurt anymore."

It's a really pretty poem, Rasp. But I do have to ask, is that really how you feel?

Maybe.

Please, Rasp. Stop being so avoidant.

So avoidant of what?

*sigh* Just give me something, okay? Promise me this.

I'm listening.

Promise me you won't hurt yourself. Please tell me if you're feeling . . . I dunno, dead inside?

Beep beep.

Hm?

I'm letting you know.

Letting me know what?

That this won't last long. That I won't last long.

Rasp, come here . . .

I'm going to the lake. Gonna throw rocks into the water again.

Rasp, wait up!

Leave me alone.

Ra-

I NEVER EVEN ASKED YOU TO READ MY GODDAMN POEM, SUKI! ALWAYS GOING THROUGH MY SHIT! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME FUCKING DIE ALREADY!

. . .

. . .

I'm sorry, Rasp. I didn't mean to go through your things.

. . .

Rasp?

Gonna throw rocks into the water again.