A thumb. I saw it two days ago in my dream. Thinking back on it, it was a green thumb. Not green in the way you think about it either. This thumb was wearing clothes. Army green, olive drab if you want to be precise. What does a thumb in olive drab mean? I […]
‘It’s strange isn’t it. It’s like Edgar Allen Poe crawling on his belly except I was on all fours. The dog pleading for it’s supper. That is what emotional abuse is. That is what it feels like to be reduced in size by someone who is supposed to love you. Maybe they did once. I
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