i would not want your teeth whiter.
what would remind me of that
bitter and black coffee you drink?
i would not want your waist thinner.
how would i remember the thick,
melting ice cream we've shared?
i would not want your hair dyed.
what elegant gray would show them
what we've been through together?
no, i would not want a face unmarked by lines.
those are the map of the years-
years you gave to me, willingly, without regret.
those are the map to my memories. my heart.
This joke has gone too far by SvenKratt, literature
Literature
This joke has gone too far
You ask me how I am.
"Fine, thank you."
You ask me if I speak the truth.
"Sure."
You doubt me.
You worry.
You want me to talk.
"No, really. I'm fine..."
I cock the gun and put it to my head.
"...not!"