Dear Lockjaw by Angela Thomas Dear Lockjaw, I was thinking about you again today when the man finally did flip the switch. He turned off everything, left us out on the back porch swatting flies and crossing our legs like five year olds. The man took my roomates and pitted them against me even though I explained to them that I couldn't pay the utility bill all by myself. I answered their angry questions with one liners and without blinking or flinching. Oh, Lockjaw, I wish you understood what it's like to be in a house and be trembling, reminded of when Hatred lived just a door away. It makes my teeth clench and my hands unsteady. I found out my test results today. At least that consoles me. It's benign. For the past few weeks I have been dreaming of monsters and screaming at everyone and trying to cry. It's over. Lockjaw, it's all over, we can finally rest in our bed with our vagina and our sense of normalcy and close our eyes without seeing red behind them and in me. I still haven't showered and I haven't eaten. Lockjaw, it's time to set things straight. I'll start with a hot bath and end on a cold dry pillow, for once. I guess I'll talk to you next time the man comes a'knocking, or the doctor explains I might lose my ovaries. Until then, rest well little one. Love, Angela 05/18/2004 Posted on 05/19/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)