Nikki Wallschlaeger

Is that your house he asked This used to be my house I said But those are not your people So that can’t be your house But it is my house I said I had some people maybe a few Even though those are not your people Even though they don’t look like you I had to live somewhere I said This is the house where I lived But where are your people he said My people live in a different house They don’t care to know about me If you’re the devil Why are you asking me questions The devil said since the house You had to live in is gone I thought you’d be happy It sure is a hot day I said Of course it is said the devil Why do you think I work in town

The number of bodies i have is equal to the number of gurney transfers that are televised. If we’re all “just human” then who is responsible? A fire station drying out from addiction. outside the drizzling of firepower, lowballing suns it’s like a sauna in here. the strain of a charred bladder. bottled water bad wiring, that spark is no good come sit with me for a minute. my feet full of diluted axe fluid thought I heard you say everything is medicine but that’s just hearin what you wanna hear