She took my pistol. My tool of death, my protection from the others. She took it.
I am not happy. There are some days that I appreciate her 'helping' and then there are days like now that I hate her. She took my piece. I will have to get another one and hide it better this time. For now, I will have to do my work with the blade in my pocket.
It is crazy how straight the blade is. And sharp. I mean I just ran my thumb over the blade and WOW! Sharp.
I guess she can clean up the blood on the couch. And this bowl of Lucky Charms I can't seem to finish.
They are watching me.
I will watch them right back.
She.
ReplyDeleteShe screams in silence.
A sullen riot penetrating through my mind.
Wai-
Ting for a time.
To smash the silence with a brick of self-control.
Ooohhh... Nice. Your words?
ReplyDeleteGreen Day - She
ReplyDeleteEverytime I see this title I think of the song.
One day I would like to prowl through your brain and kick over a few of the boxes to see what tumbles out.
ReplyDeleteI think you'd be afraid of what you found.
ReplyDeleteAfter looking at some of the denizens of my brain? I don't think so.
ReplyDeleteFinally listened to the song, by the way. I liked it. Now it's stuck in my head...
ReplyDeleteGreat song. Good thinkin
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