all right, this walk's gonna be great
wet? why's it raining so suddenly?
keep going, c'mon, we have to get to the top
we have to go down soon, there ain't much time
adamant declarations won't help --
dude! really, c'mon, we're getting soaked here
don't you dare rush me woman, i know, i know
pretty cramped in here, don't you think? heh
obviously i'd be taking up the front if --
stop right there, mister, look, it's fine, this is fine
it's fine? we're both soaked, and cold, and out in nowhere
take off your clothes, then, easy as pie, haha, look at your eyes!
i -- yeah, cuz how is that supposed to help me? hey, that's my shirt!
it's wet, you don't need it, so c'mere you big doofus, before i kick you out
never scare me like that again, my heart might explode, you know
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
