Falling on the blotter
Past the fleas
My infested carpet
My foundation
Clawing at my door
Thinking of my fiancée
Her long teeth snapping
In the window above
Boiled eggs came to mind
I found this in a stack of papers. I think I wrote this a few years ago when I was living in my last apartment. Pretty weird.
About Me
- MeadMonster
- There's not much to say really. I always thought that I would be a professional musician, but I was an extremely cocky kid and an arrogant American moron, so I fell out of my music education and bounced from narcotic to narcotic until I finally found stability and sanctuary in literature and the production of literature.
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