Banana's contain a specific enzyme that speeds up the deterioration of other fruits when placed close enough.
Easily, comparable to myself.
I'M TRYING
I'M TRYING
I'M TRYING
I'M TRYING
I'M TRYING
I'M TRYING
I sit still. I stare. I let the mosquitos slowly swallow my blood. I leave my shoes by the door. I fold the laundry. I butter the toast. I set the alarm. I cuddle, I coo. I read aloud. I criticize my body. I wonder. I eat. I scream. I stumble home. I move the banana's to their own bowl.
Eventually, everything rots.