i had a dream. It’s the beginning of a fantasy. I’m going to write it out. But there was a line of men and they took their turns with me, each one destroying me. And then you came in an saw me, hanging there… a bag of flesh and tears and you took me.
i see it all in my head. It’s pouring forth like a fountain. This almost never happens to me.
Maybe writing this will be the beginning of being set free? Maybe.
But i don’t think so.