A big squirt


I bought a plastic pen liquid shooter. It was a hit with the classmates. One dared I squirt at Mrs. Zorbell. My aim spectacularly splash her right lens. Dad met me in principal’s office. He promised I be properly whipped at home. Sore ass, thighs, and posterior knees later, I discovered 1/4 piece of a Snickers in my school pack.

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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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