narrative

peter thought, he was a bastard child

he did. he really did. 
for 2 hours. peter thought he was a bastard child 
on the kitchen floor he pretended to have a mental breakdown.

penny leaned over him dropping fish sticks on his shirt. she wore a yellow sundress. faded and frayed.

‘no one feels sorry for you,’ she held a bottle of tarter sauce above his head, ‘are you sure want to start this party?’ 
 
peter questioned, ‘what party?’ 
 
‘the pity party,’ she laughed squeezing the guts outs. 
 
-park
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