A Rebel’s Prompt: Two-Faced Bitches
Sometimes I just want to take a baseball bat to your shins. Especially when you tell me to just handle the problem myself. If I could have fixed myself, you Fucking Asshole, I wouldn’t have to pay you to help me.
No, I don’t want to stroke your ego’s cock. No, I refuse to jump through hoops to get pain meds. I will not bow down. I will not lick your balls. I will not be made to feel less than, just to feel less pain. My pain is real. Physical and mental. I don’t need to beg for it. I have the hospital visits and X-ray’s to prove it.
How could you look at the X-ray of my back and not feel my pain through the cracked lens? With my layman's eyes, I can see how fucked up it is, crooked and inflamed. Even now your secretaries plot against me. They never give you my messages.
And I am an inflamed thyroid. I am the goiter hanging around your neck. And I squeeze harder and harder. Watching your eyes bulge from your head would please me the most. I don’t want to be nice. So I slice and I dice you up, behind my waking eye. All while smiling in your face and jumping through those hoops…cause pain makes you do crazy things. For those who know what arthritis is really like, one knows they would do anything for that throbbing, achy, stiff, swollen, spiky pain, joint to stop gnawing on your soul. So yeah…I jumped. Only to save my life from the pain I was living in. Because Pain makes you do Crazy things!
Amanda Dalmas ~Nov. 18th, 2020