Pocket Fiction

Note to Self

Published April 6, 2018 in Max - 0 Comments

Note to Self2

“I scratched my hand picking roses for you.”

Max wrote.

It was a lie. The cat had done it.

It was also code for,

“I hurt myself trying to get over you.”

Which really felt drama queen pathetic.

It was self-inflicted,

still, he knew he was just playing a role.

And it was a mediocre performance

because he was aware that his script

lacked for something.

Suddenly it came to him,

two turntables and a microphone, that was the answer.

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