I would appreciate it if you stopped looking at me like your gonna lick carrot cake icing off my titties, you sir are not my boyfriend.K Thanks?!
No love (since you are being a creepstar and all)
-the girl sitting next to you
…its times like these that make me wish i had some nice stationary.
i am so confused…
i sit here daintily shoving forkfuls of sugar down my inflamed, bacteria infested throat.
my body winces as the burning gulp goes down,
as if sliding down hundreds of feet in between a crack of jagged rocks,
down into the pitt of the void
a second wave of fire washes down,
as my lips leave the remains of their goodbye sealed on the edge of my cup.
i now sit at a counter
meat sizzles and i get the chills
-its nipply out-
and i reload, BBQ + A1
into my mouth, down my throat with the same excruciating pain
-“What kind of cheese?”
my throat feels the releif of the light,
as a flood breaks through into the darkness.
down to my last swig
so long cool relief…
hell is throbbing lymph nodes
Sounds at the ER
the little boy of four a few rooms down cries as he gets stitches over his left eye.
-he reminds me of danny-
a cacophony of nursespeak is heard
and cantonese is being spoken next door
i lie on my side
i begin to feel a slight vicodin induced mellow
“i dont like that,” cries the little boy
as my right butt cheek experiences the pain that comes with the dissipation of penecilin
and i continue to read about zombies