The more I spend living in her stomach the more comfortable I have grown. I have set up a hot plate to make grilled cheeses with and a mini studio in the small intestine to record in. Nice acoustics there. My water supply is entirely up to my master. I will survive. The stomach curves so my head stays cozy while I sleep. I love you. Something in the blood has gone sour, you can’t be trusted. Dishes crash around me and again I am just a child. Surrounded and completely alone. The burn travels my throat, my esophagus, my stomach. My blood drips onto the bathroom floor and I clean it up with pieces of toilet paper. I’ve watched you for years. I too live in my own daydream now. I control the world and all of its inhabitants. This squirrel is for me. This cigarette is for me. My party is not necessarily public. My clock keeps breaking. I yearn to be my lover’s punching bag. Transfer your frustration and make it a part of me. Why is it dark all day? I have no food. There is nothing for me. When I die I want her to eat me and make me a part of her. I want my thighs to be seasoned nicely with lemon zest. I want to take in her experience in the purest way possible. I wait for the right car to come by. My mind is clear The waves are crashing and the sand is purple Can you turn the light off on your way out? Yeah. Thanks. I keep falling asleep at night without remembering it. I wake up sweating with my light on every morning. Winter came and went. Winter came and went. Winter came and went. Winter came and went. Winter came and went. Winter came and went. Winter came and went. I wouldn’t expect you to know why. The routine never changes. Everyday is exactly the same. I would like to believe it’s a sign. I hear ringing in my ears sometimes. Winter came and went. I don’t know of what though. I just wish things were normal.