Day 228: Something Is Lost

A snowball tapped me on the head, blocking me from view. I saw the reminiscent image of a figure I once knew. But it was lost, all because that interfering blob stood there like I was nothing to be reckoned with. I got up on the public chair and towered over the beast. Slapping them with a piece of trash I forgot to let go of, I hit them across the face with almost glee. The second slap was more a smear as I brought the trash back over their unsuspecting face all slow like. They will freeze in fear the day they think of reckoning with my vision again. I will not have such atrocious unrighteousness bewildering the flowering flora once again. Not in my era.

She Walks In Line, But Porcelain Makes Her Soul.