You live your life without curtains.
Every Tuesday night she hides in the bushes and perves on you in your underwear.
So many pictures surround her in her apartment.
When will you see her for who she really is?
Sliding through the coffee table.
Oh no! I’m stuck!
My significant other tickles me, as I wriggle to be free.
In my struggle, the top of the coffee table breaks.
I am free, but my favourite cup breaks.
There are so many tears.
Making a cake for you.
Losing the will to live.
I stand in the middle of it all
sticking my hand in the blender.