INKTOBER 2018: Swollen, Day 17
Considering that a friend said my sun and spaceship for Inktober's Star prompt looked like a pufferfish, I actually drew one for today's Swollen! As for the poem, could you call it method-writing? Below is the transcription:
I am writing this poem
on the toilet. It's been
a week filled with pizzas
and other junk food, and
sure enough, after feeling
like we're about to blow...
I still regret nothing.
I wonder if my dad ever
felt that way about over-
-indulgence. I wonder,
what his favourite pizza
toppings were. I wonder,
if he regretted not taking
a chance with me.
my stomach hurts.
'Thoughts'