[Maureen are you okay?]
[Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, yeah.]
//pause//
No one can hear you if you shout too loudly,
Those are the rules,
So hush child hush.
//pause//
[Where's Billy?]
[Don't bother finding him. He's gone.]
[But we have to do something-]
[No. We actually do not.]
//pause//
How much you didn't want to stay then,
Wide disbelief and brown shit stains,
Why you wanna be skinny so bad?
//pause//
[F+++ you!]
[Come back here!]
[Gonna getcha! Wouldn't wanna be ya!]
[BILLY!]
//pause//
Tired. But not disheartened. Just need a break.
Take five, snap snap people.
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PoetryI fight daily with originality. It pinches me when I am asleep, and scratches me when I engage with it. I am wrecked from trying to fight for it, against it, with it. This unreleased energy unknown in its scope and range, fizzles. Billy: lol, fuck o...
