chelsaya

chelsea-leber  asked:

Hi, Eric is it? Love your poetry. I was wondering if you could write a 6 word poem about how you drink all the juice, but then just leave me the bottom of it as the ultimate fuck you. Perhaps incorporate how I'm offended you think such a minuscule sipper is enough to quench my thirst. Also maybe include a moral of the story type cliff hanger that eludes to you just finishing the juice and me cutting holes in all your shirt pockets.

Sweet nectar…

He left her some.