Yes, it had a
catalytic effect on the way I saw things. You know, I am trained to believe
anything I want is stupid, unless it goes with my father’s ideologies. One of
the downsides of having a father, I suppose.
There were drops of ashen blood falling on the ground as he
approached me. The dame by my side was oblivious to his presence, sipping away a
Screw Driver, tugging at the leg of a roasted chicken.
His lips curled and smiled a smile. Of knowing. Of knowing something I didn't.
One that gave the impression he is a higher-order being.
“Amongst
my greatest worries right now is hair fall. Yes, you heard that correct. Hair
curled into the teeth of combs, into the bristles of brushes.
Everywhere.
This is
like one of those phantom scares.
There’s
always a remedy.
Wigs.
I’ll die
before I get myself one”
And she
dug deep into the chicken.
The lady you are pleasing
is looking hungry and cold
Don't look in her eyes
You'll see what you've sewn.
The lady you are pleasing
is looking hungry and cold
Don't look in her eyes
You'll see what you've sewn.
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