Back in grade school, my... «Dark Places»
RamingoWS12 сентября 2017Back in grade school, my shrinks tried to channel my viciousness into a constructive outlet, so I cut things with scissors. Heavy, cheap fabrics Diane bought by the bolt. I sliced through them with old metal shears going up and down: hateyouhateyouhateyou. The soft growl of the fabric as I sliced it apart, and that perfect last moment when your thump is getting sore and your shoulders hurt from hunching and cut, cut, cut... free, the fabric now swaying in two pieces in your hands, a curtain parted. And then what? That`s how I felt now, like I`d been sawing away at something and come to the end, and here I was by myself again, in my small house with no job, no family, and I was holding two ends of fabric and didn`t know what to do next.
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