#ohdionne

goddammit there's nothing worse than suddenly questioning whether someone voted for trump bc they said something ambiguous. that happened with my (white) stepdad and I coudn't look him in the eye till he finally told me one day that he'd voted for hillary lmao

you wanted to split him

open like rotten, overripe fruit

claw through his blood and bone

to build a garden out of your words

but what do you know about creation

when you have always built yourself out of

half-measures, half-fragments

slipped through by the cracks in your metaphors

closed your eyes and blamed it on stars

what a fucking fool

you are

lapping at the scraps of his affections

a beggar in martyr’s robes

looking through empty parking lots

hoping to see a man

I noticed this wonderful comic done by Ojiisanholic, with text and idea from facingthewaves and I decided to give it a try with giving a voice to it!

Edit: Apparently, facingthewaves has switched to a new account by the name of Ohdionne

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,