She can’t be housebroken


The first time they met, she poured her heart out. He felt as if they had a connection, but in time he would realize she tell her sob stories to anyone who would listen. And surely, many come as she whimper and sulk like an abandoned puppy. Many take her home, feed, play, love, and shelter her. She is such a puppy. A puppy who is always hungry. A puppy who always loves to play. A puppy that misbehaves and pees to mark its territory. Most puppies can be housebroken except her.

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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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