I read the bible but forgot the verses
I feel that I am soley a product of my surroundings
Piled high to the ceiling with plastic bottles
Mice scramble amongst my shame.
I've blocked off the entrance with my collection of torsos
No space available for another soul but my mice who inhabit the floor
There's a Knock at the Door.
"Could you spare a glass of water?"
Fuck.
"I have no water, Go away"
Sound of foot over stair, A balloon pops
I sink back into the chasm of the dining room.
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