Silence Speaks

She sat.
Morose.
Petulant.
Like a small child though a woman grown.
Gnawing on a pen waiting for her to speak.
To begin to explain the sick desires and their beginnings.
She is nothing like any other patient here.
Days she is docile.
Days she rages and is violent.
To herself.
To others.
Eyes.
Cold emerald gaze when she levels it.
A sense of being weighed, counted and set in proper place takes seconds.
Aquiline nose takes from utter beauty.
Lips ruby red lush silken ready to be kissed.
Thick ombre hair cascades over shoulders twisted between slim fingers.
Sat as she is one could take her for adolescent.
Once stood there is no denial that she is woman.
All woman.
Slender build.
Breasts perfectly rounded.
Pert.
Hips curved softly.
The perfect figure.
Hourglass.
Time ticks seconds off.
Loud in this silence.
Shift.
Her head turns.
Leveling cold gaze over mine to the clock over the door.
Subtle change.
As time for her draws near.
Time to return.
Back to ancient cell.
Shrinking.
Drawing within.
Hair tumbles covering face.
Her demeanor
so sure
so controlled
becomes less
sure
becomes less
defiant
I see the child emerge just as the door clicks.
How was she today Doc?
The same.
Quiet.
Pensive.
One day she will speak.
You never know Doc…..
that one there
she carries dark secrets…..
secrets that would eat your soul.
Glittering rage
simmering
palpable
taken wrong
she waits
she knows
one day soon
will come the shit show.
©Dec. 19/20
Picture via Pinterest

Klutz Update

So while I still am the largest klutz around at the very least an easy answer was had.

I was explaining to the doctor what I had down and how while still not being to explain that there was no sharp stabbing pain but when used it ached. Also how and I included a demonstration at this point of how I had been holding my arms. My hand was poked and prodded and he pushed a few places that while not painful were uncomfortable. And then he moved my hand. Pop. Pop. Pop. Ewwwwww. Gross.

So a sprain has been determined. Rest and use it over the weekend. And I should be fine for work next week. All 37 hours of it. Wait you gasp but you are full time where are the other 3 hours?

Are you suitable enthralled? Wondering how it is that I am only working 37 hours next week?

It is that time of year again folks. My annual two week birthday holidays. LOL okay the birthday is only one day (next Saturday to be exact) but this is the time of year that I take my two weeks. My plans are the same plans that I have every year.

Nothing.

Wait? Whuuuuuuuuuut?

I do not work all year to have time off so I can spend more time working. Holiday time is time for me to do what I want. Read. Spend time for the first week with Tember (2nd week school starts.) Read some more. Write. Write. Write. Quite possibly look over the works that I have set aside for a book and see where I am at.

I may do a few extra things here and there. Throw a wall wash in there a day or four. One wall a day is doable. And as some are not full walls containing doors or windows I can do two of those a day. And Tember’s room. I say this all the time but I must enter. I must give it a once yearly deep clean.

I also have a list of things that I need to have repaired around the apartment so I am making a list and then will call my leasing agent. She is awesome. Not sure why everyone seems to have a problem with her. I use to serve her all the time when she would shop early mornings. Now though she shops at different times so rarely do I see her. But I can call and the handyman will be right out.

I am going a week later this year. That one extra day threw everything off this year. Every time I say this people look at me like I am insane. But I am not. In 4 years since the ex and I split……I have never had Tember for his birthday. It has always fallen on his dad’s week. This year. I had him. Christmas has always fallen on my week for the last 4 years. This year he is with his dad. It is a good thing that he and I have a set Christmas schedule that works well for both of us.

I am really looking forward to my two weeks off. I still need to look at the school list and see what I all need to get for Tember. And go through all last year’s stuff to see what I can reuse for him.

For those two weeks I will be abdicating the Klutz throne but rest assured I shall return to take up my scepter which I will drop-kick-race after-step on and land face first in someone’s lap to start my reign anew.

©August 22/20-Picture is my own