The table is set for two, but nobody is here.
Empty plates and glasses half filled with orange juice,
A napkin,
Littered on the hardwood floor,
Beckoning you to the kitchen.
That corner is treacherous
You climb over the fridge that’s been knocked in your way
And there’s a bird.
Bleeding from its eye
Covered in *****
A bottle of tums half chewed in the sink.
That **** cat.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
The table is set for two, but nobody is here.
Empty plates and glasses half filled with orange juice,
A napkin,
Littered on the hardwood floor,
Beckoning you to the kitchen.
That corner is treacherous
You climb over the fridge that’s been knocked in your way
And there’s a bird.
Bleeding from its eye
Covered in *****
A bottle of tums half chewed in the sink.
That **** cat.
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