it starts as a gentle tug, just once or twice before becoming a distinct pulling sensation behind the navel. a persistent urge tugging away like a young child at their mother's sleeve when they see something they really want. sometimes it's sporadic and sometimes it carries an unnerving regularity. i really don't know how it works or why it upsets me so, i'm not the jealous type. but i can't deny getting spitefully solemn when i notice you checking out guys. it just makes me feel so angry and pathetic that all i can do and all i'll ever be able to do is scream desperations inside my head...
Saturday, November 14
"The products of imagination are most often seen as deformations or distortions of the real - distortions conceived in the service of wish, and created through the sleights of mind as condensation, substitution, negation." Mary Watkins (Invisible Guests, The Development of Imaginal Dialogue, 1986)
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2 Comments:
Some of your writing here is really interesting. Have you considered getting poetry published? :-)
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