There is a pounding in my chest tonight. Something is trying to escape. It's going to explode from me with a spray of blood and lung tissue. I know it's going to happen any second now.
Pound... pound... pound...
Did I just see it jump under my skin? I think I did. It's almost there, almost free. Any moment now... A BLUR OF BEAUTIFUL BRUTALITY WILL BLAST THROUGH MY BROKEN BREAST, BREAKING BEYOND BITTER BONDAGE! BEWARE!
Knock... knock... knock...
What goes there? No one is home. I'm vacationing in Fiji for the winter. Won't you come back in the Spring when I have returned with glorious stories of my travels?
Pound... pound... POUND!
No hablo Inglés. Váyase, por favor.
KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK!!!
Quick! Barricade the door! We've got ourselves a fighter. Dig into the trenches, boys. We're in this thing for the long haul. God save us!!!
Susie says...
This is ridiculous. So you almost killed yourself three years ago tonight.
Mr. Lemon Pie saved you. You're not dead. It was three years ago. Get over it.
Lacey says...
Way to take the wind out of my sails, bitch.
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