it is december, and the sky is the color of a pigeon's molt. the glass of the window feels cold, so i prop it open to let the air in. i can see my grandmother squat in the corner of the backyard, picking chives and pulling weeds. there is a squirrel under the fence, and i think it can see me. it looks like it is about to rain, so i turn my lamp off and take out my earbuds. i'm skipping classes again, painting my nails and eating stolen candy. my parents tell me that it smells foul in my room, but i've never noticed. my grandfather is vacuuming the living room for the second time in four days, and it is loud enough to be heard from the second floor. i can still taste the vitamin supplement i drank this morning. it is sour like a citrus soda. gummy fish sticks to my molars and makes my stomach upset. the doorbell rings. i check the camera, but there is no one there. the fan dies and i turn it back on. i go back to my window to feel the pane. it is warm. i shut it and slide the lock in.
i look outside. the sky is blue.
music rec: some sand by ibi
something lazy i wrote on a whim. a little different? flow isn't too good. enjoy?