The Doctor with a Machete

Once upon the time, there’s a doctor with a machete. He’s proud of his blade, but not his trade, for to him all doctors are shitty. “Dishonest, lying, kiss ups, corrupt, their handwritings are so bad!” He wave his machete in emphasis, and off his patient’s head. With patients gone, his mood soiled, he would … Continue reading The Doctor with a Machete

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I miss…

I miss this feeling. A sharp point through my heart, a feeling of ink bleeding onto paper. Without it, I’m but a pauper, a little woman; even as I write he said “Do the laundry or else.” I’m not afraid of this manchild, but he holds a hostage. And sometimes I wonder: if I keep … Continue reading I miss…