Little Creatures

They still look occupied by

little creatures I wish i were allergic to.

Huge and well huge my thighs are like indestructable balloons slowly deflating.

Too slowly.

Is it really deflating or are they increasing.

I think their increasing.

Widening

they could house a generation and still have space for dessert.

Dessert thats the issue.

Its dead to me all things sweet.

Sweet treats , sweet words , sweet lies of happiness by those occuping and feeding cities through their mouth.

Mind over matter, suffocation of temporary glee  over beauty of everlasting, empty , abandoned homes with empty plates and ants crawling swallowing the fat it can scramble to obtain.

Swallowing the mistakes mistakes made once never to be thought to be recreated.

Abadonment of desire leave it to rot what good has it ever done exept drug your mind and drug your tounge.

But come to think of it.

Don't think.

Look at the beauty held by the empty soul and empty mind,  clear stomach.

Once you've swallowed the little creatures weighing you down you can have half an apple.