No I Don’t Want You Here So You Better Get Out And Don’t Look Back.

originalmy worst fear realized.
so i’m in the crib this morning,
washing dishes,
listening to the word from dallas.
i look and see this thing curled up in the drain.
at first i thought it may have been a tea bag or something.
it was a dead mouse.
dropped all the shit and ran out the kitchen.
i stayed in my bedroom for practically the entire afternoon.
i wanted to come write something about introverts,
but i couldn’t even get my mind right to focus.
funny enough,
i kept having these visions a mouse was in my crib.
there was no mouse droppings anywhere.
no sign of anything.
i just had a feeling something may be in my apartment.
well i was right.
and i fucking flipped.
i went and asked my neighbor’s mama if she could come get it.
she was nice enough to get it.
i haven’t seen a mouse in here in years.
one came in through a crack in my closet a couple years ago.
got that fixed.
now we dying in my drain?
how the fuck it got in my sink?
i don’t leave food anywhere.
i put all my scraps in a bag for the freezer.
i leave nothing out.
empty trash regularly.
how in every bit of mickey mouse fuck….?
i can’t and will not.
dead ass i was about to move.
i wasn’t even playing.