She spoke directly looking into her words they listened.“Open wide,even widerthat’s better.”She reached,the latex snatched upon their tongue yanking harder. They spoke often it was nothing but an aggravation she yanked it out with laughter. The tongue turned purpleand shriveled within her hands,poorly made she thought.If only their contractor got in touch with her creatorsheContinue reading “Open wide.”
I’m prone to bouts of anger, short tempered, the overly sensitive type. Writing is a way to make sense of it all. While art is a way in which I can escape the thoughts that haunt me shutting off conscious thought and allowing my hands to guide me.
Temperamentally Tina 