It was an intimate group. No more than 10-12 of us. Mostly coupled up but a few outliers with a friendly enough energy. I didn’t question why I received an invitation. The majority of pre-meal conversation was spent with a sweet pair discussing French literature and child bearing rights.
What I failed to notice was the peculiar man who might have remained unnoticed beyond his strong smell of Vani...
She could tell by my every move that I felt guilty. Hiding in the pantry, crawling up every tier to reach that last jar of peanut butter. I’d already scarfed down the Oreos and half of the granola bars. My petrified smile looked like a milky way, cookie crumbs scattered throughout my adolescent chompers.
mortified… not I, but my mother.
And that made it even worse.
I was the junk food junky....
I died last week yet I have lived lifetimes in between. I expected to be hanging with Jesus and crew. Surely things got switched in the mix of newly departeds.
I admit that I’m starting to enjoy the company of hellions. Makes me second guess how I was living all those years on Earth....
In some ways, it was the best thing that’s ever happened to be. Anti-dream after death scenario. Double sided coin. I’m not sure what to make of it.
I spent my entire life suctioned to morals and and doing everything in a way I thought a life ought to be lived.
It was pure accidental fate,
Sanctioned to the rosey gates for God knows how long.
I didn’t expect this… not one bit.
Truth is, hell...
Everybody wants to judge but nobody wants to listen. Why on Gods green earth is it social norm to wear fabric around your arms when it’s 90 degrees outside. My pits are blazing like the rest of my body. I’m emitting an uncomfortable amount of liquid and don’t want it captured in some seersucked shortsleeve. Summer is not an excuse to use clothing as a rain barrel. Set the sweat free and let me be....
