A Bullets Afterthought

The other day I slit my throat on rain drop papers

and I've been bleeding rainbows here for days.

Rancid puddles of happiness feed my flowers

so I picked them for my paper bag bouquet.

 

Here's a flower for your headstone;

there are thorns so I bought you cow skin gloves

You can use my happiness fertilizers

Fill the vase we decorated with polka dots of love

 

I am

Just a consequence

You are

Paper bag disregard

But

I have

A loaded staple gun

For my

Pretended broken heart

 

Tomorrow I will pull the trigger

if you load the ammunition

Freeze the bullets afterthought

and borrow contemplation for a minute

 

That I forgot to fill my bank

so I will never make it in on time

I don't even know how you sign your name

so don't bother dotting the I's

 

The bank is closed

My heart is broke

The check is void

 

 

 

So I can't cash in on your lies 

 

 

 

Author's Note

how does me do the wittle pod bean thingy doo dad? me don't know me don't

Reviews

[lark]

wow.

this is intense, and at the same time, your voice makes it light and easy. i don't think i've read it before, so it was cool to be exposed to it firsthand with the pod beanything.

the weird broken up stanza sounded awkward though... the consequence one... reading it without your voice, i feel like it's more singsongy than the rest. maybe that's what's getting me.

dude...
mister...

record more.

[lark]

today is a bad day but this is still a good place to visit.

[Last Lying Look]

oh man, this is one of my favorite writes I've read in a while.
Each line has personality and a bit of condescending edginess.
Amazing write. [adding it to my favorites]
-Elissa :)