Thursday, January 20, 2011

Dear, drama queen.

I don't hate you. I just want to slice your head open, very delicately. Mop away the blood with a perfumed tissue, pretty pink in color. I want to inspect your brain with a blade, stolen from a pencil sharpener. I want to dissect each grey curve, and see where you hid your brain cells. They must lie in a dusty recess of your skull, untouched, unused.

Oh drama queen, grow up before I sharpen my knives.


9 comments:

Haroon Q. Raja said...

Heh, so much for a more cheerful post!

WarmSunshine said...

o_0

Sparkles155 said...

wow! Short and meaningful <3

Jonathan Cwiok said...

Why oh why did this post make me hungry?

Gladiator said...

this really got my imagination running! ^_^

H.T said...

sharpen your knives because her growing up act would be a new drama .

Talha said...

Though I didn't grasp your meaning but still quite an imagination.

Sami Saayer said...

her name and address and ill be glad to help

Ugly Shoelace said...

Whoa! Gory details :o but nicely done, nonetheless.