Mindfuck


Waiting for a pedestrian to get to the other side and bam! out of fucking nowhere, the woman is carrying a manila folder with your first name and last initial etched in black Sharpie. I froze… thoughts of you, of us flashed in my brain then suddenly, a loud horn brutally tripped me on memory lane. I hit the gas pedal meanwhile checked the rear view mirror. The woman had vanished.  

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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