The coolness of your shell,
so thin,
so close,
your tails tempt,
your designs mesmorize,
and opposite instincts continue their clash.
Something so small should not evoke such adversaries,
over its own fate,
why
Why
WHY
did I open you?
regret haunts me,
as your husk rests in my hand,
the tears of dead puppies and children,
fall down my powdered face,
and into my mouth,
where I've put the entire fridge.
poop control
YOU ARE READING
The Greener Grass
Puisithis is a collection of poop that came out of my butt because I either had too many emotions or I was bored & wanted to shit. yeah yeah I know, ISH.
