sweetnightmares
you always had this ugly habit.
the habit of setting things on fire.
your eyes hunger for flames.
you nose thirsts for ashes.
and i'm still here,
frozen,
still telling you not to light another match,
still dry and cold and ready to give you up for a summer night in alaska.
burn,
burn,
die.
Mary Ellen hated standing, because she got easily tired.
One day, she went to the dentist and realised all the chairs were occupied.
I'll let you guess what she had done for twenty minutes, since the pavement seem clean.
Yes, you're right, she caught a cold.
The room was almost empty.
There were no chairs.
The pavement was cold.
A normal person would stand.
Guess what I chose
An idea had just rose.
I didn't want to stand
So I caught a cold.