Linguistic Erosion

Contributor: Jake A. Strife - - I’m on my psychiatrist’s couch. He looks at me, tapping his fork on his plate. He always seems to be eating breakfast when I come in on Friday mornings. Normally he would eat a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich. Today, I can smell sausage. I can’t help but wonder why, as he leads the guided meditation. “You have not seen monsters.” He begins, “The injury did not come from an ‘alligator mutant’.” I listen intently, wanting to believe him, but I know what I have seen and I can once again feel the claws that sank deep into my arm. “You are going deep within my friend. Look inside your soul. You see your father. He abused you, did he not? This was no different. This is where the injury on your arm came from.” Why is he telling me this? I expect him to be telling me something more positive. Before I can wonder...

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