dethroned

catefrances

he lies in a pool of his own excrement. he knows he should move, but he doesn't want to. he doesn't think he can. this is what has become of his life. he vaguely remembers a time when like yertle the turtle, he was king of all he surveyed. his own life laid out before him in all its glory. now all he has is the breath inside his lungs. and even that has turned into a hacking cough through abuse. he thought he knew what he was doing. what was expected of him. then someone moved the goalposts and he had nothing to aim at. so he became the target. and every shot fired hit him dead centre. the cold hit him like an arctic frost and he realised his lover no longer respected him. but of course how could a lover respect you when you didn't even respect yourself. she left him. his children laughed at him. now he lies on someone else's bed staring up at the ceiling and watching the cracks widen. his hand on his cock and his life non existent. as she comes out of the bathroom to leave, he tells her the money is on the dresser drawer. she tells him not to be here when she gets back.

reeferchief

Wow thats pretty bleak, sounds like the worst nightmares of life.
And Yertle the Turtle? a Chili Peppers reference?:)
Good stuff cate.:)

catefrances

reeferchief wrote:

Wow thats pretty bleak, sounds like the worst nightmares of life.
And Yertle the Turtle? a Chili Peppers reference?:)
Good stuff cate.:)

no way. totally suessian.


on the far away island of sal-ma-sond
yertle the turtle was king of the pond
a nice little pond. it was clean. it was neat
the water was warm. there was plenty to eat
the turtles had everything turtles might need
and they were all happy. quite happy indeed.....