SECURITY GUARD 1: See what?
SECURITY GUARD 2: Nothing...nevermind.
SECURITY GUARD 1: Can you believe the weather we’re having?
SECURITY GUARD 2: Yeah, they’re saying record highs...
"I think I'm going to quit soon."
"Because no one is going to read this."
"That seems a bit rash."
"Well I don't have any cute, witty things to say in under five...
The birdman crows his coward song,
and warbles for the writhing worm.
He stoops and bows and cranes his neck
scratches, pecks, and dies.
His feathers rot and stink with age.
Looking around at all the tiny sentences, the paragraph felt suddenly out of place.
Nimbus came to play one day,
But the children saw and ran away.
He was so sad that tears did flow,
And they all were glad when it was snow.
Awake in the night by hot discomfort.
The green eyed monster wrapping at my door,
With stealthy tendrils reaching to the shore.
The womb of life now mine seeks to erase.