the doughnuts tasted
and when i asked the
he just grunted
piebald velvet curtains
hang like a narcissist’s lower
and I found my
they still have a live
but the sound is
stalking the
and the smell crawls after
too much make up to trust on a
teeth trying to flee his
like a prison break
but you’ve paid for a
and now you sit and
gritting your teeth
appalled at how low your
were when you were a
and when you
you fight the urge to slap the pamphlet from their
but you smile and say no
i won’t be back again.
MB Blissett 