When we met, it was in the hot green jungle. Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal. You would sweat coconut milk and I'd lie awake. Restless with the heat during the night.
I sit and concentrate and try hard. Not to hate my enemies. I try to picture them dressed up. As furry little bunnies. But when I look into their glass eyes.
Once there was this kid who. Got into an accident and couldn't come to school. But when he finally came back. His hair had turned from black to bright white.