the turbulent family; a peom
"go on son..., tell me what's wrong :((," my father sneezed violently.
"no! I mustn't!!!," I roared, breakdancing towards the ornate blue door in a desperate attempt to leave.
I knew what I was doing. I knew it was tearing the family apart. But I could never forgive him.
He cancelled the poob subscription
Goncharov, my one love, was gone with the wind.
I log-rolled down the hill towards the mountains as my brother cried.
My brother was never hurtful to me. He never shoed the pigeons away from the pug pen, and I liked to think that it was because he knew that I enjoyed the chaos it caused my grandma as she rounded up the baby pugs (who were all severely scared of birds and had a habbit of shitting large rocks whenever they came in sight) and not because he was just lazy
When he hears the trees and grass speak in words that he can almost understand
And I hope he stays away from the walls of his house. There are brittish people in there.(You can't sleep when there are monsters nearby. Insomnia is not for the faint of fainting)
And lastly I hope that you
That nothing can stop your brain from log-rolling into the mountains at the slightest or least-slight of inconveniences...
But They Will Try To Stop Your Body
*I slink away into the bushes from whence I came. Faint sounds of viscous, muddy footsteps.can be heared creeping over your freshly washed floorboards*