Black Air
Inhale.
One Mississppi. Two Mississppi.
Exhale.
Three Mississppi. Four.
Sweet Air fills your body with joy.
Five. Six.
Time Continues.
610 Mississppi. 611.
The sweetness has turned to black.
As your lungs begin to revolt, the anger builds within you.
Dammit Susan, you burnt the cookies.
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RilynCeleste
Somewhere between comical and dead honesty. And sometimes death. Or sadness. Depends on the day. But genuinely happy.
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