(written by YourOtherMotherHere in response to the poem Escapade)
tilt crookedly next to
where a pizza box of
lies tossed on the floor by
still twitching watched by
that gleam above
smiling in anticipation of
I was thinking a vampire orders a pizza delivery the night before and almost drains the delivery guy who is so busy staring at her red pumps that he doesn’t have time to react. Now it’s almost time for her to go back to her coffin, but before she does, she’s going to have some leftovers.
All this because I like cold pizza for breakfast! (smiles)
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