Behind the closed door

May 16, 2012


The Poisoned Episode

How about stopping. Making me feel guilty. For every crime that has been committed. Since this morning. I began to really look at you. Your chest is flat. And I’m broke.

I can hear the tinsel. Hit the floor. There’s a string hanging out. Of the ass of the cat. Another Christmas tale. Some of the ornaments were broken. Splinters of glass in my feet. Are you still angry?

Cigarette smoke. Hangs around the room. Like in-laws. Stains on the bathroom mirror. An old rag stuck in the screen. I keep watching the same episode. Of Seinfeld. George’s fiance is poisoned. And you’re in the bathroom. Behind the closed door. Screaming.

2 Responses to “Behind the closed door”

  1. A moment when things are changing forever.

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