nibbling away at your sanity
A bit nippy on the tits.
But picturesque.
Is what you get.
If you look for it.
We saw huge.
In a portly way.
In various stages of readiness.
Like the parts of my mind. Some of them.
As usual...
No, no — this is different somehow.
Or vice versa? Eh? Did you think of that?
Whatever.
Go right from here.
See where that takes you.
Paddling around in my head.
Sorry — I meant puddling.
It's here, in spots, opening up.
Flexing its claws.
Cooking in the morning light.
Out my window.
While at anchor?
Sure. Why not?
Opposite, we believe, the front door.
But who can say?
Hanging by their thumbs.
Well above my pay grade.
Got 'em all, in a row. Three.
But who's counting?
Dead end. You can't get anywhere else.
From here.
It looked nothing like this.
But I made it so. Clever, eh?
All lined up in a row.
Dressed in their Monday best.
There it was, waiting for me.
Nothing between us but a blue bar.
