how would life be
if we lived in a
house of balloons?
personally,
i would hate it.
every morning
i would wake up
and *****
every
single
balloon.
i would shatter
every
single
glass table.
i would walk
among the shreds
of bursted latex
and shards
of broken glass
cutting my feet to bits.
i would drench
the furniture
in kerosene
and light up a cig
and drop the ****
in the path of the fuel.
causing the
house of popped balloons
and
broken glass tables
to go up in flames.
only to go to bed
and repeat it the next day.
because im too scared to move out
but too attached to leave.
so i do what i can
to make myself feel
powerful
and
in control
and
dominant.
hopefully the girls got off the tables before i shattered them, poor things.