I was on the rooftop. Just smoking my third cigarette.
There was a cat. It jumped on the dogs.
They bark nonstop.
I wasn’t planning on doing anything.
But my minded was clouded with nicotine.
And their barks grew tireless.
I wasn’t really planning but the thought grew louder than the barks.
I was on the edge before I knew it.
My mind was hazy.
I didn’t plan for this.
It just what it is.
The residents started coming out of their flats.
I wasn’t planning on disturbing them.
But that just what happened.
And I have to go down before they can alert the police.
I apologized and went back to my dorm.
I wasn’t planning on crying.
But it just what happened.
I did an alternative but the blade was too dull.
But I still did it without any hesitation.
There was no blood.