***written for the draw: Fulsome***
It Would be OH SO Nice
Every time I see your face my stomach turns
My eyes roll and I look away in disgust
That shirt… the way you comb your hair
Makes me want to vomit on your shoes
Every time you open your mouth garbage spews
Rotting flesh and soured milk
I can’t stand the sound of your voice
Your lack of imagination
Your misplaced wit and spoiled integrity
Don’t talk to me
Every time you walk by I grind my teeth
It takes all that I am to bite my tongue and be civil
To not blurt out extreme malevolence
To look away and smile and try to think a happy thought
A life without you in it
~2
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