Do not leave me alone with a pen and a scrap of paper.
For I will bleed.
For my mind will spill through my eyes.
Eyes that have seen more than they should have in fifteen years
Do not leave me in the kitchen.
They say it’s the most romantic room in a house
In a home.
But this is not a home
So here I serve
I serve you dinner
Dinner with a pen and a knife.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 8:59 PM UTC
Do not leave me alone with a pen and a scrap of paper.
For I will bleed.
For my mind will spill through my eyes.
Eyes that have seen more than they should have in fifteen years
Do not leave me in the kitchen.
They say it’s the most romantic room in a house
In a home.
But this is not a home
So here I serve
I serve you dinner
Dinner with a pen and a knife.
'Dinner's on the table with a pen and a knife' - I Can Be Your Mother by Sofia Isella
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