these thoughts are why i have no friends
Wednesday
DEAD.
Lights on in the kitchen.
I don’t hear a soul.
The dog won’t stop barking.
He found a dead mole.
Cabinets, they are open.
The phone sits off the hook.
Your mother, propped up on a book.
Dead.
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