Fracturing

My therapist told me to stop drawing faces.

"Draw something that is not a face," she said.

But how can I draw the rest of the world when only faces exist behind my eyes? Every piece of paper becomes a new personality, chipped off the excess of my imagination and breathed into existence.

But they didn't know that they could

never

leave.

They were doomed to possess the hollow shell of a woman.

"They call us legion. For we are many."

Here we go round the prickly pear where Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the kings horses (shrinks) and all the kings men (drugs) couldn't put Humpty together again.

Above all, always remember the therapist that broke you, the one that dropped you like a useless jar when you were a vase of translucent, white ceramic. You hit the floor with a cold, dark *ting* and perfectly broke into a million exhausted pieces of heartbreak.

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