Sunday, 3 May 2015

Christmas

For when you can barely grin and bear, and you're left standing there, pitting rage against decorum and wondering if this is the forum for lashing. The passive aggressive jibes have been gnashing you all night. You want to scream in spite, tear at them and see if their heads are held on tight, but instead you smile weakly, murmur meekly, and bumble humbly through the gathering, your lips and tongue slathering with honeyed words, trying desperately to butter turds.

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