The Small Chapel (Patreon)

Contents Under Pressure

by Jeffrey Franken

My Heart is packed so full of love for you

 That I dreamed I exploded, like aerosol cans sometimes do

 I blew with such force that my bones became shrapnel

 And leveled the town, except the small chapel

 My teeth flew like bullets, I didn't know what was happening

 They killed everyone in sight, except for the chaplain

And then, thanks to him, we were happily wed

 Even though, at the time, I think we were both dead

 The end

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