The nights haunt me.
Every other night is a horror movie, with me trying to be the
final girl to survive in the end.
I wouldn't call them dreams,
but they aren't nightmares either,
They are slightly anxiety inducing,
to make the next morning become a boggy swamp,
with my legs stuck in the mud.
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a
The opponent is on the other end of the room, staring at me, waiting for me to fuck up, so they can substitute me out, for a worker that gets joy out of the little things, who never missed a beat and