Excess

What day even is it?

She said

As she opened the fridge door

I’ve got no idea

He said

But I can’t eat any more

Wednesdays Aren’t Much Better

I eat

I drink

I sleep

I breathe

But with

Very little else

Inbetween


I Fucking Hate Tuesdays

Trudging through this half a life

Really just subsisting

Knowing I’d be

Better off dead

Than merely just existing

(Originally Posted 22.02.2022)

Tea, Milady?

You will feel much better

She said

After a drink and something to eat

There’s no point in feeding me up

She said

For I have accepted defeat


Little Miss Pitiful

Too busy to stop,

Too bored to stay.

Too broken to fight,

For yet another day.

(Originally Posted 21.10.2019)

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