In the Bag

Chipped away here.

Built up there.

This is how a psyche grows… or mutates… or transmogrifies… or something.

If that’s so, I’m experiencing chipping pains.

Yes, I feel unfairly nicked upon as of late.

While I’m sure there’s some bulking up of something somewhere on my soul, I fear it’s not an attractive growth.

I trust this is only a temporary “Look away! Look away!” moment. If not, you’ll know why I’m sporting a paper bag on my head next time we meet.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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