Author: Meow
A poem “The Man”
Yesterday on the stairs, I saw a man who doesn’t drink water.
Today he was at the bottom of the stairs sipping water from a cup.
I asked him; “what motivated you?”
He simply paused and looked up. “I… I see a painting of pills on the roof.”
I look up too. I see nothing. “What are you talking about?”
His face is blank. His eyes look emotionless. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles.
“Sorry for what?”
“I talked to you years ago. We were good friends. You felt a connection the second we met. I told you my plans.”
My eyes widen with recognition.
“You tried talking me out of them. But someone had taken away my Dad. I wanted revenge.”
A tear falls from my eye.
“I ended all contact with you randomly. I’m sorry. I’ve been doing well lately.”
End of poem.
You should keep taking your pills 4’10brunette. That way I can’t get you pregnant