"I KILLED IT!" she screamed,
then spilled her drink on my dreams.
Her dress, I mean.
It's what I meant to say.
"You know,
some bleach will clean that right away."
What a mess.
We must have fell three times that night.
I don't mind concrete so much,
so long as it's underfoot and not in my gut.
She sang that song all wrong,
but it's okay.
It felt right.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
"I KILLED IT!" she screamed,
then spilled her drink on my dreams.
Her dress, I mean.
It's what I meant to say.
"You know,
some bleach will clean that right away."
What a mess.
We must have fell three times that night.
I don't mind concrete so much,
so long as it's underfoot and not in my gut.
She sang that song all wrong,
but it's okay.
It felt right.
Now I'm just making stuff up.
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