HUNGRY BOREDOM
(Rebekah's work right here)
she was bored, as usual.
see, and you'll know, you'll see.
look deep inside, read between the lines.
nook and cranny, search.
watch as it consumes her, starting inside, out.
"touch it." INSOMERANDOMACCENTOOPSHEHE.
no, don't you dare.
woe is me, I say, for it controls my being, forcing me to go forward and
touch it.
such things need to be controlled; trained.
so I won't. I won't touch it, even as my every being propels me to it, I will not.
know. I know what it would do to me, all that would happen.
it would envelop me. devour me.
lit, it would not be. quite the opposite, really.
it would hurt quite measurably, ouch.
now, I ask, would you like that to happen to you?
nah, probs not.
MATE, THIS IS ALL COPYRIGHT.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
RESISTANT TO PLAGIARISM COZ ITS SO OBVY, LIKE, DUDE, WHY BOTHER.
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INCLUDING THE STYLE OF POETRY SO BAMMMMMM, MATE.
BEAT THAT, KID.
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