Yikes!
Oh, no.
You are stuck in my head.
A strange sensation, something unknown.
every single thing you do,
I loathe.
Do not get me wrong,
I am never unkind.
But you are quite unique,
in the way you've infected my mind.
Pestilence.
You spread.
An anger grows steadily instead,
of what I normally feel.
Kind.
Friendly.
A wave of rage crashing on my shores.
Constantly. Constantly. Constantly.
Dragging me down.
Down. Down. Down,
Once more.
I'm drowning.
I hate this.
Somebody, please,
Help me through.
The only thing I hate,
More than the way you make me feel,
Well.
That's You.
About the Creator
P.E. Kyle
A single written word can tell a thousand stories. Buckle up friends; because I know a lot of words.
How the Harvest Mouse Came to Suisun Bay
A long, long time ago there was a family of harvest mice. Mice are common, but these were unique – born to those who had lived in the salty, marshy bay for many generations, these mice ate and drank from the sea as well as the land and rivers. For generations, there were only the southern families, scattered along the marshes of Corte Madera and in the San Francisco Bay (U.S. Fish & Wildlife, 2013). One family, however, would undergo strife and conflict before reaching a whole new world. What became of them after is another tale entirely – but this is how their story begins.
By Taylor Inman2 days ago in Fiction
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