This is not about being caught between a rock and a hard place. This is about those that freely violated the soft space of my mind. A cerebral vortex of shame and stains left behind where my imagination was supposed to develop. Instead it's homicidal sperm, that’s spermicidal fluid, sent to ruin the chambers of this tomb because I'm the walking dead.
Every time I open one of her blogs, my heart is so deeply affected. Perhaps because I've been there, perhaps because her words are just that powerful...
