Another Monday Morning
You bite into the plumb grey mushroom and feel your hunger disappear ... to be replaced by a nawing pain that slowly fills your belly and expands to your limbs.
You feel the energy of your body leaving you as you sink to your knees and slowly topple to the ground a half eaten mushroom in your hand. With your face planted in the ground you can see the bony fingers of a skeleton in front of your weary eyes.
"so this is it" you think as the horizen fades to black.
Your mother stops by your place a few days later to find a dry skeleton in your bed craked with age and sunbaked. The police identify it as you through your dental records. Your mother is never the same.
You feel the energy of your body leaving you as you sink to your knees and slowly topple to the ground a half eaten mushroom in your hand. With your face planted in the ground you can see the bony fingers of a skeleton in front of your weary eyes.
"so this is it" you think as the horizen fades to black.
Your mother stops by your place a few days later to find a dry skeleton in your bed craked with age and sunbaked. The police identify it as you through your dental records. Your mother is never the same.
