I guess we’re not friends.

by veepho

She does not know where to begin,
a black stained heart,
that
‘s wearing thin.

She ate a bear that ate a mouse,
turn
ed back around,
and
gave good douse.

The mouse ate grass hit with pesticide,
grew holes in teeth,
for words, speci
alized.

The kind of word that holds 12 letters,
3 o
f them known,
and 9 with silence fetters.

The mouse looked straight into her eye,
and easi
ly said:
“you’ve always got a friend nearby.”

She smiled real big, then realized,
the day fell asleep, was again hypnotized.

act I scene V


xx

-v

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