BURN

all ten across the chalkboard and loose bandages worn over rusty knife wounds from the neighbour's only party ever

they say you had to be there to know the depths of disgust, but I'm telling you it's captured here for the briefest flirtation with, or without, your pulsing shame, likely some elated recognition in not finding yourself in it at all, no doubt, but why don't you look and see?

if the essence of humour is to ridicule someone without their knowing it or getting hurt if they did, then this isn't it... you're going to get hurt. whether you love that is up to you, but be safe, its not what you think it is, and you probably know that, but, still, don't let curiosity gut the cat if doing so preempts mousing time.