Whirling dreams combust as fireworks.
I have trouble breathing because of the kitty-litter-infested-old-house that sat on my chest.
But not to worry,
it’s gone now.
She takes such sick pleasure in seeing me edge the waters of embarrassment, discomfort, or pain.
Sadistic.
Covertly, she covers herself with a false sense of kindness.
Hostess of undiscovered misery.
How could I have ever imagined that life was worth the living with her?
The emotional zapping of life from my every thought…
There’s a whole story in my mind rolling forth most of the time.
It’s a good thing I didn’t get arrested for all the crimes I dreamed that I committed.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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