The dressed-up heart.

This kind-looking thing comes right next to you. Without shame, it dares to lean on you. It drags its tired hand towards you and hangs its hook from the bottom curve of your ear. It then gets a bit closer. And with saliva dripping out of its unformed mouth, it whispers in your ear:

Up in the hill, a dolphin swims,
Under the water, a polar bear sings,
Round and round the pirate's head spins,
Tic toc, tic toc, the skeleton grins.

Fuck first impressions.


Drawing made by Diana.