Sweet Dreams
They should be grateful I stopped at one bone because thinking back on it now, I should’ve finished him off.
That would’ve been better, Cleaner and less problematic.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I open the door into the office expecting the usual cliché:
a gray-haired therapist with knitted eyebrows and soft shoes, the type who talks about childhood wounds while scribbling notes she’ll never use.
Instead I freeze because standing in front of me is not a bookish old woman but the most devastatingly beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
Yes beautiful!
She’s Soft, Perfect, a contradiction of fragility and quiet power. She has this delicate, timid innocence to her