Sheets flicked back quickly across the bed
fluorescent light casting a yelowy glow
just sat down

Shreds of orange and lemon suspended in amber liquid
The pot bubbles
Eventually it sets

Her young voices cracks.
They said they don't want to be my friend anymore.
What can I do?

"Are they real?"

All of the animals are real but they are stuffed with fluff.

"Are they real?"

Wrinkled skin filled with scarlet juice,
bleeding across the chopping board.

Red lights, lining up,
Squeeze the breaks,
Traffic ahead.

Pages of neat printed writing,
Endless ticks one after the other,
End of the book.