my thoughts… Like scabby rocks, little pieces of sharp metal,my thoughts. Like the scratchy fake long fingernails of uselessness, my thoughts. Tinny sounds that make my ears sting and my teeth grind, my thoughts. Pointy, spiky. Barbed wiry with bits of wool stuck to them blowing in the wind a…
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I remember as a child
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A glass full of valium
It must have been the smell of burning that woke us. I was about 10 or 11 so sis was younger. We had an antique, double lined, brass coal scuttle that was used as a bin and it was currently shooting out flames perilously close to the curtains. My mother…