*gestures to the heart*
Blood Cell: shall I rent a wrench to fix this?
BC #2: won't that hurt?
Blood Cell: at least it'll get fixed.
//k.u.
YOU ARE READING
When I Can't Do Anything Else
PoetryWhen I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]
It will Hurt
*gestures to the heart*
Blood Cell: shall I rent a wrench to fix this?
BC #2: won't that hurt?
Blood Cell: at least it'll get fixed.
//k.u.