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grinning and grinning i tear the wallpaper down. flowers all over it. white flowers and red flowers pink flowers, i tear them all down. the paper shoving under my nails. i do it because of the peeling. the noise, like the paper is saying, "peeeeeel." the ripping, the spotted dry wall behind it trying to keep hold of it trying to keep from letting go. i make a pile of it on my bed and that night i sleep on the pile. dead flowers cling to all parts of my body as i roll in my sleep. in the morning i look like a menagerie of disjointed gardens and old, dry glue. i make crinkle crinkle noises as i get up and move about my house with bare walls. the petals brush against one another and try to rip one another off of me. i eat the remaining food in my refrigerator, all the condiments, trying to clean it out. i remove all the shelves from inside and sit in the empty area, closing the door behind me. i don't want these flowers to wilt and die. |