Home alone,
I walked
.
.
.
.
I walked some more
Another 10 meters
I'm finally in
the kitchen
I gulped some water
my slipper on strawberry jam
Sticky
Sticky
Sticky steps
On my stomach
I laid on the sofa
I thought someone 'll beak my neck
I bent my knees, up
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Strawberry jam dripped
.
Oh
there's nobody home
none 'll break me
.
Strawberry jam
dripped
on my ass
.
.
.
be damned
I'm out of clean laundry.
4 comments:
This is just wrong ..
so wrong
wrong
Can you write more of this?
<3
d, you just don't appreciate "good" things ..*that face*
april, how 'bout we start a new cult?
I agree with Drifter.
This feels wrong on so many levels.
Good.
But wrong.
Reading it is like a guilty pleasure!
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