Biff Burger

He liked it better when I wrote stories with a clear storyline

When my language was understandable but yes tricky

thin with a solid bone

He liked it when I wrote in french espanish fuckedupenglish angry clever woman, yes You have the world on a leashhh he said    shhhh

 

I got annoyed

No excuse for violence, d`accord, but I began to push him just a little harder against the wall, when I came up from behind, when he stood by the fridge. 

He hardly tilted, but I began imagening him tumbling backwards  landing on a sword, the air from his lungs pushed out with a shhhhhh. 

 

But I did not kill him. I stopped writing. 

I picked his eyeballs out when he was sleeping. 

Put on a corset and broke every wooden thing in the house. Breaking wood gives me a sad wonderful feeling. 

Then I went outside. 

 





Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2018-11-04 at 00:36

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
he would like this story (though you would have to read it to him) ~~~~
2018-11-04