Bedbugs L

Bedbugs L

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Wasted my time and my life. Her hourglass
is held together with tape and ill intentions
and the cycle is closing even faster with the
sand leaking out. How can leaving the company
and your company behind manage a miracle if you won't
even respond to a fucking phone call? Is this
anger a reflection of me or what you do to me?
Cut it open and take out the parts you want, that's always
been your 'righteous' plan, hasn't it? I will
leave you to decay if you're not careful. Crunching leaves
falling to me is a welcome boost because they're dying
faster than I am. I'm entitled to this festering
swirling rage as well as dark desires to step outside
the box and fuck whatever's on the other side. Melt into
my ideas and ambitions since mixing cells may be the only
way we can communicate at this point. Wasting
time with words thrown at you. Nothing would make
me happier than to sew this tapestry back together,
with you by my side. My heart- it's not on sale. It barely works.
Waste my time with many terrible strings of sentences burst forth
to a line that's already been hung up. I walk outisde and
leave the poison behind. I remember the music coming
from the basement of the ruined building. I will go to it. Only two more
in the cycle, it seems.



Next week's seven phrases/groups of words:


-take a deep breath and take another
-want him to find some peace
-childish manners stapled on an adult
-miss how she played
-audible and unbearable
-face some fears
-rip open the basement door and..


-Adam Barnick