You woke me with pain, you bitch.
Nothing different from all the yesterday's of recent years.
Hives all over my legs
and fear bubbling around in my mouth.
Sores there, too.
Some diet plan,
I'll blame a man...aren't
they the root of all evil?
Especially the root.
Makes me think of sharp knives
Too early for this shit.
Soaked in an oatmeal & comfrey bath...
Shaved my legs! Ha!
Haven't done that in weeks.
Thursday, you did one good thing
today: you brought me books!
My lifeline since I could read.
Online diary because my journals were
ransacked and their words
tossed at me like heavy stones
ever since. Getting beaten with
your own private truth is too brutal
for words. Hmmmm, there's the
cause of the hives.
He's computer illiterate,
so I'll write my heart out here
where no stones can reach me...
I'll think I'll go lie on my $100 bargain couch
and read myself silly, there among my
shelves of books
and my Tarot card & doll collection.
Why not? P'raps these hives will
disappear if I ignore them. Scratch, scratch.
That's it for today,
It can only get
better from here...