She looks below her feetshe lets out a giggle“That tickles.”she crouches down “Is it moving?” She leaps uplifting one footthen stomping it down lifting it up and taking a look“Gross,” she screams“There are guts all over me.” Different bloods mixing together some oxygenated others not “Eww it made purple,get off,” she cried.“It’s your fault,stop crawlingContinue reading “You want more?”
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 