The girl upstairs is such a freak. What does she do up there?
Sometimes, in the evening, she goes out and comes home in the most intoxicated way. She’s not the mental kind, off her medication, screaming all day “Virgin Mary, you fucking alien!” but still, I can hear her talking with her black cats with weird names. From all the noises I imagined she’s all grumpy and avoidable. Not in a dangerous way but a harmless mood wrecker type, you know.
One day I saw her watering her plants that she’s keeping in front of her attic door. From all her movement in the hallway, a slight scent of coffee, laundry detergent and maybe cat’s litter box, invaded my space.
From that moment on, I felt safe.
Not safe like I understood that she’s harmless or not a nutcase but like I never felt this safe in my whole life, the way I felt inhaling her smell and picturing her watering the plants.
In the middle of the night she was listening Voltaire.
I smiled and felt even safer.
she’s amazing! :)
extraordinar, Liz. zau asa.
She’s a rotten kind’a cute
For a zombie prostitute.
i’m just like you, better than he
to hell with they, i’m almost me
i’m nearly human
pity me, i’m almost a human being
this is my curse, I said “I do.”
lest you die first I’m stuck with you.
Yes, the world would be depressing
Over death I’d be obsessing
And this corpse that I’m undressing
Would be sexier, I’m guessing…
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