Everyone wants the story to be about sex. And they all believe the telling is the healing, all these mad and half-mad zombies, these busted toys, walking around with their stories, telling, telling, still here, still raw, and yet still believing that the telling is the healing.
We got a tough way of talking, me and Marianne.
Marianne asks, “How you supposed to outrun shame if you give it a head start? How you supposed to swallow, if you don’t close your mouth?”
We got a tough way, but inside, Marianne thinks I’m quite possibly profound.
A short story of two souls in a psych ward by JT.