I am more physically ill than I have been since I went to China in 2006, when I threw a punch hard enough at Ex to punch my own self in the face, coughed just like this for months, and wound up divorced from that asshole and with his job as my own to boot. A job that I am, finally, shedding - an admittedly discomforting process but also deeply satisfying, not unlike getting at that persistent itch at the very back of my throat - leaving a coiled empty snake skin in the exact shape of myself behind, a ruse, a warning sign of Curse.
Thank you, my grandmothers, for your fortifying incandescent rage. My rage. 🙏
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| Shirley's ashes ft. Hidden Voice recorder |
