so i was eating some of those sugary gross conversation hearts. (they were on for $1 at work) and I was reading them.
they say like ‘cool’ and ‘ur cute’ and then suddenly
I think the factory workers need help
I think they want us to pick up where they left off
dad went to the factory…he hasnt been home in a few days
when you buy a bunch of individually wrapped things that are meant to be eaten at a steady pace and then you eat all of them and are surrounded by candy wrappers and the remnants of your dignity