Her cellar is overflowing with wax candles, cured flesh,
green mold, and black ants. Her pantry is crammed
with chocolate chip cookie dough, heavy-duty
trash bags, and rare wine from France.
And her showroom is filled with the
reincarnated bodies of her
exes disguised as plants.
About the Creator
Kale Ross
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
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A Few Moments More
You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
By Gabriel Huizenga4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Hahahahahahahahahahaha I love that ending! I aspire to be her!
Whimsy with a dark twist! So well done!
What?? Wow, loved it!
Love your poem
Wonderful poem!
Wonderfully wicked! What a poetic profile!
She has a green thumb. Thumbs down, but a thumb, no less.