Every other person was blessed while I stood in the next space.Everyone knew her kind, scratchy and snarly to everyone.She named her dog after her favorite TV character.Fleas had made a home in her long uncombed fur.I imagined them jumping ship, landing… Read on blog or Reader Pisaries Creator Read on blog or Reader Poem: Everyone But Me By Pisaries Creator on 08/31/2024 Every other person was blessed while I stood in the next space. Everyone knew her kind, scratchy and snarly to everyone. She named her dog after her favorite TV character. Fleas had made a home in her long uncombed fur. I imagined them jumping ship, landing on an unsuspecting victim. What a nice surprise for anyone while trying to sleep. This state was worse than any bug infestation. Every blessed person refused to take responsibility. There was nothing I could do to improve their lack of courage. No one can force people when they are not ready. I wished their brains thought differently, not molded into block patterns. Twenty years from now, they get stuck at many life points. Every third person can eat and drink through any apocalypse. The blood eating zombies only want one thing. I don't want to imagine what they will do to my body. Everyone but me will find air to breathe. Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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