i asked if she had heard--
baseball bat to the
car window; fist
through the wall;
pages of
teenage angst, scrawled
clumsily on wrists--
slaughterhouse fridays
mopped up with
tschaikovsky saturdays--
and the lithium pills
everyday in the mornings now.
she said that she hadn’t--
so i told her it was nothing.
















Comments
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Look. Pink bunnies.
wow.
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We all know that insects, especially the tiny ones, do not possess, nor can they hold, guns or knives.
Great sense of flow and sensory detail.
I'd critique it if i knew how.
that is all ^_^
nice work.
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do your part. love your mother.
The description is all wrong. I speak for all readers when I say: don't tell me what to think. It makes me want to ram my fist through my computer monitor.
I'd send you the repair bill.
Ube.
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