cursor church

she said as she handed me the jar.  cold jar. maybe it was the food. maybe it was the heavy sleep deprivation. maybe it was your mom . but something sent a sharp, piercing tug to my belly and i could feel my insides bleeding. i felt a stitch run up my stomach as i opened the jar and ate from it.  mother's head.  all my problems will be solved as soon as i get a new personality, move to a new city, change my name, alter my appearance, and become an entirely different person.  that's what Mister tells me at least.  i dont remember how long it's been since he followed me home from the market