there is only one audience.

the monster in the drawer of memories

I opened the 'hidden forbidden holy-ground' of my room;
the drawer of memories.

And the monster came out lashing on me.

Because the first photo frame I saw was,
well,
the bitch and I, smiling with flowers of red and pink and purple.

After I did my usual bitching whenever I thought of her;

I said to her(picture);

posted by Solomon @ 2:35 PM