dear deadlines,
the keys drummed against my fingertips as the circled red number blared on the floral calendar. frustration sunk deeper into my fingertips as i pulled away from the blinding screen.
there wasn’t anyone else up wasting away their hours completing assignments. they were out filling their lungs with smoke and stomachs with liquor. they were spending their seconds being born, rather than dying. the door opened and stumbled in the host for smoke and alcohol. a deadly combination. “i’m home.”
i sighed as i turned my attention to the screen again. my soul blended in with the pixels and chipping keys as i tried to ignore the slurs heading my direction.
yours truly,
the given time to be teased or
