Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Her Good Days

On her good days she tried to make up for her bad ones

days spent listless in bed

numbing the world with her television set

One those good days she'd emerge from her chamber and sing songs

cut the crusts off our sandwiches and shape them into dinosaurs

Cut up fruit and buy our love with toys and trips out of the house

only to fall right back into bed the next day

sadly, the good days never outweighed the bad

numb and neglectful