04-01-2019, 09:23 PM
I Don't Remember How He Got Me Here
Googled what a crumpled
chocolate chip cookie under my doormat
could mean, then I awoke here:
a man in clown makeup
gaping at me, while eating lemon-drops
(I haven't seen those candies in years).
The leaky faucet in my ears grows louder,
copper smell sticks inside my nostrils,
eyes too tense to even blink.
He won't answer me either,
just stares,
like a child fascinated by their first dead body.
Googled what a crumpled
chocolate chip cookie under my doormat
could mean, then I awoke here:
a man in clown makeup
gaping at me, while eating lemon-drops
(I haven't seen those candies in years).
The leaky faucet in my ears grows louder,
copper smell sticks inside my nostrils,
eyes too tense to even blink.
He won't answer me either,
just stares,
like a child fascinated by their first dead body.
Time is the best editor.