Afraid of the kitchen
Noises coming from the cupboards
a scrape of some sort
So sick of this hell
Confrontation is the only solution,
the saucepans fly
Hell’s Symphony plays a wild tune
falling to the floor
Only the kettle will save you today
Tag: hell
Hellish Thoughts
How strange.
When I think of her, I think of her armpits.
Like overgrown ivy in the dark hell of her being.
C & K 