observing every detail of the house,
it was old and the wallpaper was peeling ITSELF off,
water was draining,
pillows were screaming, melodic voices which were non-existent,
begging,
"STOP SQUISHING US!"
a majestical chandelier dangled down from the ceiling, crystals shining in the light of the moonlight (who said it was nighttime?) and candles burning like alan gray after being roasted by kristy thomas
boxes littered the floors, orphical rooms full of mYSTERY everywhere,
and finally the ghost's pearly white BANANAS, radiating in the attic even though there was no light and it provided no light
noreal sitting on her phone, mind blank and clueless, writing up any fragment of humor that her headache filled mind could think of.
pain she feels while she cringes, as she tries to use every fancy word in one poem
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apparently i didnt finish this but um when did i start the first part? was i high on chocolate or sleep deprived?
lmao this is now a comedy poem book bc i cannot write poetry to save my life 😔😂
2024 update
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LEFTOVER PASTA - poetry
Poesíai wish id eaten that leftover pasta because now, it's too late SHE ate it - noreal POETRY BOOK | © OOF_LasagnaPotter , 2021 🚫DO NOT STEAL !!!!🚫 started: june 28, 2021 ended: w e d o n t d o t h a t h e r e
