When Colie pulled in, her jeep was the only car parked in the row reserved & marked specifically for “visitors.” A sign to Bree that no one else really wanted to spend even part of a perfectly good Sunday here either. “I- I guess I just don’t see why we have to do this,” She groaned, stepping out with a begrudging huff. “Because she’s our friend!” Colie seemed bothered by having to remind her, smoothing out her sundress. “And visitor’s day is only twice a month!” “But she’s only here on account of not listening! Being stupi-“ Bree continued to contest, folding her arms & hiding behind her large sunglasses. “Bree! She’s our friend!” Colie stamped, pulling the tote carrying the banana bread she baked from out the back. “And it’s the one highlight of her whole damn month! So stop whining & c’mon!” As the driver, she really held all the cards. This far out? They were too far away from anything else. Colie stepped across the grass divider & towards the main entrance of the facility. A
[Content: Blueberry inflation, cheesy poetry, lack of commitment towards syllable-count] Roses are red Violets are blue And... so is your nose? And now your hair is, too! You're purple all over! Oh, something's amiss... Please, spit out that gum! I don't feel good about this... gasp Your gut's swelling up! Oh, what'll we do? This won't get any better If you continue to chew! Are your clothes... staining? They're a whole different hue! And they smell kinda... sweet? What's happening to you? You're getting so round now... Your stomach's exposed! You look like you might burst right out of your clothes... Your gut feels so full A bit sticky as well Your clothes look so tight... But how long will you swell? I can hear it inside you! Each slosh you produce... Every bubble and gurgle... Are you filling up with... juice? It must be the dessert! We should have been wary, This gum is filling you up like a blueberry! There's too much inside you! You're gonna explode! You just keep on