Pissed

I pissed on your driveway.

I posted on the gram.

I saw your post.

I stole Ben from you.

Ben came willingly.

He said, ‘I hate him too Unique,’ and shared your secrets creatively.

We plotted against you.

We dreamt of vengeance.

We counted your networth.

We sold it with ease.

33%

Ben and I are best friends.

Last Sunday, we pissed on your driveway.

Sugar

Sugar poured through my DMs with offerings of joy and money.

Sugar said, ‘Unique, I want you!’

Sugar said, ‘decide now or never?’

I licked my lips and pondered about sending sexy pics. But how many pairs of boobs are available on Google?

Sugar sprinkled around my DMs offered sweet talk but no therapy.

I deleted his messages.