Dawdling faintin’ echoes melted
on the great wooden door

her tiny green eyes sighed
at his greasy black hair and
noted his lazy brown almond eyes

“He-hey Luna- can we talk?
Please this one time”


Her lips wried

“Why did you even
come back? Am
I the only one who
treats you right”

N-

“Or the only one
who’s pussy is
still tight”


“Hon I’m not here
to fight. Can I-”


He perched on the floor


THE DOOR SLAMMED

he knocked and
left the ring
on the door