A little wine mixed with rejection goes a long way dragging me off into bad zones of no return. I burn bridge after bridge in this zone. This crazy self pitying bitch zone where every stray negative thought I've swallowed builds into a bile thick as hate.
I know before it escapes that I should straight jacket & gag myself, but I don't.
I let the vile mess spew
Thick as hate.
1 comments:
Whee!
Now what if you had steam vents leaking a little bit more often instead of holding everything for longer until it's just one bigass poof? Different kinds of damage, maybe.
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