Palms are sweaty
Gat juice overflowing
Blunt in my hand
Not referring to smoke
But the weapon
Do I have a choice?
Don't think so
I have to do this
I am expected to do this
Red head in my hand
Eye's filled with fear so contagious
I can do this
Back and forth it moves
Deeper and deeper each time
Sharp pains though blunt
Colour red is all I see
Almost there
Life is red
I am responsible for making it flow out into the earth
At last...lifeless
White cold body
Phew!
"You are now a man"
...
I just killed my first chicken. 🐔
