Say it with Flowers
I hate the table arrangement. I got it from my boyfriend the day he broke up with me. I thought it’d last a lot longer, but it’s turned ugly.
It’s strange, you know. The flowers still aren’t so bad; it’s the vase that’s all icky and shrivelly now. Silly me, I guess I didn’t use enough formaldehyde.
It’s started to smell, and his eyes are all buggy. If I didn’t still love him and want some part of him
around, I would have thrown his head out days ago, I think.
