THE DAY OF THE MOOD

The day of the mood



The day of the mood.

A gloomy days weather to fit perfectly with a gloomy mood.

the way the dark clouds cover the kye like a body bag covers

the murdered

The way the cold wind blows like the dead busing fastly by

your pale wet face.

The chills run down my spinecold I grab my ugly blood

red sweater.

red isn't this girls color but whatever keeps her warm.

the water boils in the blue kettle burning flesh of a steam burn

on my middle finnger ignoring the sting I pour the boiling water

into the black mug

standing in the kitchen twirling the tea bags string around

my finger I stand there for how long I wasnt sure but I

stare out the kitchen window

mind filled with racing thoughts speeding so fast that the thoughts don't even actually exsist the girl is not sure

Her second tea run she drank the first one down so fast as

thous it was a 26er of fireball

this time her second round of tea it was quiet no noise

no sound of the boiling water being poured into the mug

no wounder the second tea tasts so bitter

and no motivation to fix the bitter of the hot calming liquid