I am weak, and I have needs

The world has changed so much so quickly
and unable to cope with shortages
in this end of days

I go to my adobe
Open storage containers I haven’t looked at for months
pulling things I don’t care about one by one
increasing illicit as I slouch towards the bottom

I retrieve
Like a crime
a lone bottle of Lysol Spray


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NaPoWriMo 2017 - Day 12

L'appel du vide # Martian’s life got a lot easier now that a dragon lived on his back The dragon, Mangeur de Mémoire was French, and draped himself over Martian’s back cape like his tail reaching down and around Martian’s ankle He was... Continue →