“Broken HRT”

Smashing on the floor- my porcelain heart, broken into perfect parts: PAIN+LUST+REVENGE. A cold liquid of courage poring from the porous tunnels of this still beating slice of hope.

Minutes tick by 1 at a time-sometimesgoing back and forth as if a beat stuck in a stutter. I’m prescribed some fierce drugs and sometimes I feel as if I have traveled in time-I will black out for some time,..sometimes covered in blood.

            My own

            Sometimes…

Once, when I was about seven I had one of these sytoms. When I became cognoscente, I had broken the neck of my pet bunny rabbit  ALFONSE-actually twisting it off.  That’s when I discovered the rainbow of pills that one must swallow to regain some self preservation.  Even as I type, I’m feeling better than when I first began an hour ago.

After this little retort with my readers I will be off to clean my toilet and scrub my tiled floor with a new Colgate 360 toothbrush with the hard bristles.

Since I haven’t been on in a few days I wanted to tell you that for VALENTINES day I sat on my chair which faces a 3foot by 2 and a half foot window. With double pained wired glass. There I aided a fly who was stuck in Sally’s web which she had been building for the better part of a week. I wanted to see if I could save the fly. I know that it’s wrong to rob Sally of the tender morsel.  But at as fellow animal in a cage, I knew that this fly would be back and Sally would not suffer a meal.  I did succeed in rescuing the fly-I only managed to ruin a small portion of her web.

Sure as shit, the next day Alfonse was stuck in that web again-this time Sally beat me to the punch.

Off to clean the tiles of madness-