The Acquaintance


Their Acquaintance from Chicago? Pat from 2016 goes by Sam nowadays. Master of shorter replies than me, dropped the “How do I feel about the Mr. and Mrs. Consummation crumbling into pieces.”

No, Sam, I do not feel joy. Thank you again for the anonymous email. Fifteen yards for taunting.

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Published by: hermourningcoffee

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 and deep-rooted trauma, fear, anger, insecurity, and vulnerability. I heal with every stroke of the pen. Night Falls, I fear myself. I AM the monster underneath my bed. I do not wish to provoke you.  As you venture into my headspace, you ARE a willing participant. Disclaimer: 40/60 IRT

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