Just So
I'm the Princess and everyone keeps filling my pillowcase with split pea soup. Having people to my liking nearby works for me. Not when I have to interact with them, just when they are there doing their own thing. But not just anyone. The preferred peoples. Hidden in plain sight like ceiling tiles. It's relaxing leaving the crowds in the distance like the far off woods far-flung an outdoor musical festival. Many is too much. Alone is too little. Shadow of a leash. Fast walkers and talkers stress me out, do they have to do and say nothing so swiftly? I look at them with one eye open in-between my pointer and thumb. Then I slowly squish them. Empty keychain jingles.
Everything is just so. Blink half an eyebrow and I don't want it anymore.
Ha, a pillowcase filled with split pea soup. I critiqued the sentence fragment use in this in messenger.
ReplyDeleteSquish their tiny little heads. Thats what they get!
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