The Bloody Doors Off

“Well I said
Lily, oh lily I don’t feel safe
I feel that life has blown a great big hole
Through me
And she said
Child, you must protect yourself
You can protect yourself
I’ll show you how with fire”

Lily, Kate Bush

I’ve been back and forth about writing this particular post.

It’s been twenty-four hours, give or take.

Harold played a mind fuck on me last night.

It was so insidious, I wasn’t even aware it was his hand on the wheel.

“Brutal” is the only word I can use to effectively describe the monologue in my head.

He’s a very effective writer.

Harold knows where the bodies are buried.

And he’s more than happy to dig a spot for you.

Ugh.

Yeah, this is far as I’m gonna go.

I don’t need to relive that particular memory.