Lost my appetite to the rotting apples sitting on my fridge retch convulse nauseous RED (flesh and blood and open wound) grossed-out, sickeningly spiraling. And if you ask me what I do when I’m alone…...get all consuming and wash the apples till they disappear and wash my hands till they disappear and scream I WAS NEVER HUNGRY at the empty fridge covered in RED. (I don’t want to live alone) “You are not welcome” I say to your fridge filled with honey and flowers. Children. Cats. Cocoons. A balloon instead of my head. It is RED. Getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger (×4) (4×4=16) May 16, 2016 I implode. Cats. Cocoons. Children. The tulips are screaming, YOUR HAIR IS ON FIRE and I laugh because I have limbs instead of hands. A RED bow in my hair and RED between my teeth and I am crawling. HAHA said R. And I replied screaming, U R NOT WELCOME
I was never hungry anyway.
Because the fridge is
empty and you are never
welcome and I am not
hungry- I mean the honey
and the flowers and NOT
welcome and NEVER
hungry and the fridge is
RED. ERD. DER.
Cocoons. Children. Cats.
My wing is heavy and
my antenna is broken.
Open wound and blood and flesh.
f l u t t e r
a w a y
Paddy field is next to tulip
field. Squirmer, squiggle, wriggle.
YNHEO and LWOFSRE.
I am glad you took to writing and started blogging. All the best and keep it up. I read your writings couple of times but it sounded a different league. I then went and read about your introduction and glad you mentioned about creative writing. While I try to get to the level of being audience to creative writing, you continue your writing and enjoy it.
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