My empty bowl of chocolate ice-cream
by me(whatever)
An empty white bowl,
stained with the remains of chocolate ice-cream
sits on the corner of the desk.
"Hey you!"
It yells to me.
nonchalantly I look over.
I look back to the screen.
I look back over,
taking the spoon handle.
In the bottom of that bowl,
the lone remains
of a syrup blood puddle.
Stirring the spoon,
I imagine I'm stirring
my existence into the universe.
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