“Are you okay with that?”
Waking up to the birds singing outside the small wooden cabin almost distracted [him/she/they] from [their] hands bound to the head board and the question of how [they] got here from last nights party. Almost.
“Don’t call. Don’t text me. Delete my number from your phone and me from your social circle. I never want to see you again.”
“Its called bullshit, dumbass, its means we’re getting screwed over.”
The red walls turned to flames in [her/him/their] eyes. Finally, [their] plan had worked. [they] climbed the stairs to the throne. A new era had begun.
“I did EVERTHING they asked and for WHAT?!” [their] voice broke on the last word as [they] fell to [their] knees in front of the hanging bodies of the executed.
“I fell in love with the wrong person,”
[He/She/they] danced gracefully around the studio room unaware of the awestruck eyes of [their] blushing crush.
“You realize your never going to make it, right?”
“Funny they said the same thing about you.”
[They] smiled at the humming coming from their spouse in the kitchen. The coffee maker going, the birds singing along to [thier] gorgeous lover’s humming; if only it was real again.
[they] threw the flowers in the grave as the hot tears streamed down [their] face.
“You shot me asshole, so yeah a bit rough around the edges!”
“Sorry, I brought a trauma kit,”
“You should be fucking sorry,”
“Where the hell is the karma? I’m good, I work hard EVERDA-y, I try to be the best I can, I’m kind to ot-thers, I don’t com-plain. So why? Why is it that I’m always the one saddled with the burden.”
“Will you stop knocking....I’m tired,”
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