Post-op, round 10

reversed seven, reversed star

I like the happy fadeout but not the knife. I like the knife but not the waking up after. I’ve never liked waking up, I’ve never anticipated a day, not even as a girl, not even on Christmas morning, when at least there was some kind of intrigue there, a gift, a pile of gifts, eggnog to soothe adult anger, sausage rolls to jam in the mouth, the trick was…