Graphics, sets

Week ends

I thought you’d like to know what I was up to, 14:45 this afternoon.

I thought you’d like to know what I was up to, 14:45 this afternoon.

So. I came back from a well deserved shower and saw him,
still inert, twitching here and then.

Poor sweet thing couldn’t handle me…
not on week ends, to the very least.

I lightly pinched his little back, curious
and listened to the faint groaning this mere touch
produced. Slowly, I dragged in along the sofa,
his life a dying candle at the tip of my fingers,
hearing him breath, faintly protest,
struggle…

Please.

So I softly explained to him why he had to be destroyed,
how he was a broken toy and pleased me, how I thanked him
for his vigor and passion.

Please.

With a delicate twist of my wrist, his neck made a little snap,
ending his conversation.

Thank you little man. Thank you:
You’re not alone.

And all good things come to an end,
Mind for me.

Get used to it.

Like all good things, week ends are these lovely little havens,
created in the not so infinite time your kind’s locked in.
A pleasant, creative and desirable place,
One I’ll get back to, for sure.

This is what I learned.

*Casually drops the boring and lifeless little corpse in the dust bin,
twist her heels and strides away to another adventure, laughing heartily*

See you next time, mortals!

– the end –