It Gets Worse
I'd almost made it out the door.
Going somewhere?
Me?
You're skipping town again, aren't you?
Me?
Zelda grabbed my shirt tail and yanked.
I huff and puff and yank back.
You are out of line this time, sister
He wants no part of me
My cave is waiting
My muse is beckoning
Zelda is not amused
Your fucking muse is just bored.
Last night in Valhalla?
She spun the bottle and let it land on you. Ha! You're it.
Lucky you
You get to write the play the gods are waiting for
And while you're writing it
He's gone.
Happy now?
No comments:
Post a Comment