And then she began bargaining. the toilet can be an odd place in the middle of the night. really... a fucked up place to be stuck in your head. she'd ignore herself for as long as possible ...until she'd have to accept the fact that she was gonna get up outta' bed and trip the walk to the itty bitty bathroom...steppin' like someone could be watching....brushing herself into someone other than the skinny old disheveled human in a half robe... trying to keep her balance in the dark.....she'd trace her digits along the wall to the flimsy door and snap on the nightlight....twirl her boney ass onto the pot....then the work began. both palms smashed up into her eye sockets and the "I'll do anything for you if you just spare him", pounded through her head. every night....straddling her brain...until she couldn't feel her legs....finally...couldn't feel her heart....so she'd unglue herself from the seat and stiff as a crab on ice she'd hunch her way back to the bed covers in a "I could really give a fuck if you see me, now" kind a way. shit...ain't no bargains in the middle of the night.
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