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25 October 2012 @ 03:41 pm
 
(I have to start expressing myself more and more and more. Otherwise I'm going to go mad, or kill myself on purpose or accidentally. Not being suicidal doesn't mean a damn thing when you're acting out in ways that can get you killed instead.)

When your life is nothing but a quilt of horrors, is there a point in explaining one square? Or a hole in the pattern, the place where the sewing machine quit working when it realized you'd unravel the thread faster than it could keep up. There was a moment when I considered patching it by hand, stitch by shaky stitch, but again I dropped the needle. Gave myself a puncture wound instead.

 
 
 
reginaclarejane on October 26th, 2012 04:12 pm (UTC)
your parenthetical introduction is so true.
i'm convinced that it is the secrecy behind abuse that is almost worse than the actual acts.
thank you, erin.
xoxo
a.t. adlen: coolbttrflyscar on October 26th, 2012 07:27 pm (UTC)
god I love this.