Leaving the Restaurant
Shrimp shells litter his plate, like the empty remnants of his bi-polar rage, consumed at last. Silence waits for mutant offspring of his anger. My temple throbs, considering exits.
Shrimp shells litter his plate, like the empty remnants of his bi-polar rage, consumed at last.
Silence waits for mutant offspring of his anger. My temple throbs, considering exits.