Pepsi on the Side

A boy used to play, used to stay here. Used to roam freely here. I wonder if he's gone away, too. I wonder what ever made him stay. I really used to worry about him.

He tells me about how to start a family. I tell him about how to preheat the oven to 450 and throw that bitch in and incinerate her. I really do still worry about him....He tells me she reminds him of a girl he used to know. Thankfully, I cannot say the same.

I really wish I could explain this feeling, but even if I could, I don't believe I'd want to.

"Make me feel again. Slide across my skin again. Let me uncover you to rediscover you. And I will open up if you promise to give in."

And I make my smooth transitions. Out of drive into reverse and back again. There's something mechanical, automated in the actions we take. Something so seductive. The way your fingers glide so precisely across the keyboard makes me want to vomit out my soul. These spidery motions seem all too natural, and I have to wonder where the line is drawn and where we cease to exist....except virtually, of course. These human beings are dying again. They're simply not listening again.

And the splash of Corona washes over my tongue. A taste I cannot stand. I take mine with a side of Pepsi to cover up the taste.

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I take my tears with a side of pain to cover up their intent.

"I would leave it all so far behind just to be with you today. So make me feel again. Feel your every breath again. Nevermind everyone. There's only me and you."