You are a perfectly crafted criminal, your crime on the other end of my spectrum. Quick! Hide that bag you filled with secrets of my body, before anyone even knows I’m not still there. Before they find out it was you. How could they let you get away with it?
Throw it over your shoulder like grains of salt, maybe you’ll get lucky this time. Guaranteed, actually. Each time you do, spoiling the fresh water, creating a sea of good times, nothin’ butt.
This has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS, probably since May or June. It’s also unfinished but I just read it for the first time since I started it the other day and it actually isn’t so bad.
Or maybe it is and I’m just on drugs. Anyhow, this was the result of some raw ass emotions that are not so raw anymore.
I’ve got clear eyes!