#foulmood
[you] sat on a park bench
Thunderclouds surround [your] head
[you] glare harshly at passersby
None above [your] wrathful glance
The darkest storm withers
And yields to fogs of gray
As [you] eclipse once sunny skies
"Hey [you]"
Squeeks the smallest of girlish voices
"What. Do. You. Want, small one?"
[you] wheeze through gritted teeth
"Why do [you] look so grumpy?"
Elicits green eyes between blonde pigtails
"Buzz off you nosy mouse! [i'm] grumpy
Can't you see that!?"
"Why so grumpy, it's a lovely day"
[you] cross [your] arms defiantly
"Lovely? Hah! Dumb little girl"
Her face scrunches up
"I'm not dumb"
[you] turn your face away
To cast [your] glance
At other poor happy victims
"Life's pretty good, I think."
As she opens candies wrapped
"Who made you an exp..."
As [you] try to finish fiery words
She places chocolate in [your] mouth
Brown smear across [your] cheek
A moment hangs pregnant in the air
The building of a storm
Seconds drag through eternity
A twitch at corners of [your] lips
But a little girlish gap-toothed grin
Drains [you] of feelings so hostile
As brutal youthful honesty
breaks foul moods, and makes [you] smile
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC