Pizza Night

Horrible, disgusting casserole. Could kill me. I used to go shopping once a week. And waste my life making casserole that gets worse and worse. It’s too risky, I can choke on a casserole. So I’ll get pizza, it’s safer. They use spices. Spices that could be poisonous but that’s not my fault if it happens. Out here, driving at night, and I didn’t eat all day. They don’t tell us to eat, only I have the power. He knows. The pizza guy. He knows my address. He knows. He’s here to kill us. He knows. The five spice blend. He knows. To smile and say goodnight.