Taserface is lonely, but she won’t stay there for long.

She is licking purring violently, finding comfort in her song.

There are moments of depression that are falling from the fight.

I am mixing up the atmosphere and am feeling less contrite.

There are forces in the heavens tempting fates just in my head.

Taserface gets left behind, and the guilt is colored red.

We are packing in the evening, and trucks arrive at dawn.

Taserface is not in charge, and in the morning, we’ll all be gone.