Even though I knew she was fucking nuts, I woke from a dead sleep one morning surprised to find she’d shoved a knitting needle through the palm of my right hand. It went through, clean out to the other side. Stunned and numbed from pain, I couldn’t scream. Shaking violently, I just kept asking her over and over, "What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?” With cold fish eyes, she reached out and twisted, removing the needle violently. Blood gushed across the white sheets. She smiled sweetly saying, “Yes dear, exactly my point,” then left.
Later on I kept wondering where she’d gotten that needle. But maybe I’m kinda nuts too, ‘cause I waited three days for her to come back with a Band-Aid, and she never did.
Later on I kept wondering where she’d gotten that needle. But maybe I’m kinda nuts too, ‘cause I waited three days for her to come back with a Band-Aid, and she never did.
No comments:
Post a Comment