there was an Old Woman
who lived in a House
ingrained with Bad Memories
just like her Body was
they were Both
Ramshackle
Shabby
Crumbling in Decay
the Old Woman
Buys
Procures
Secures
Knick-Knacks, Bric-A-Brac
Trinkets, Trifles, Tchotchkes
Baubles and Bibelot
to keep the Wolves at bay
but the talisman Close In on her
become her Prison of Pain
with Bats and Squirrel Squatters
residing in her Attic
while The Boogeyman
settles into Her Soul
Fiction, and other made-up stories
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
One Therapist's Thoughts-Before and After
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You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
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Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
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a little bit of this and a little bit of that
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I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.
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