Book of Boris — Chapter XLV: Check Cashed

17 Sep, 2025

You can’t break what’s already broken. They wait for the crack, then try to sell the sound. Lessons come late — arrive like collection notices. By then the sympathy’s stale and the bandage’s wet.

I don’t throw fireworks. I file receipts. You begged the thunder, now pay the bill. I take what’s owed, fold it neat, and leave no signature.

Not cruelty. Precision. Business is business. They stay crying in the rain — I already bought the umbrella.

🖤 Graffiti of the Reckoning Tag

• “Already broken. Check cashed. Umbrella’s mine.”