Henna Sjöblom/Murder Tramp Birthday
Number one was a blonde in stilettos who had recently finished her master’s thesis and wanted a moderately traumatized subject to fit her frames. Her gaze hovered an inch above my shoulder as I wept and begged her for more sleeping pills. Number two had a low, husky voice and constantly repeated himself. He asked me if I was hearing voices. I said I can hear you. He didn’t laugh. Number three didn’t speak at all, just sat and watched me draw shitty pictures of soggy mouths and ex-friends and men who had stuck their fingers in me while watching Lord of the Rings.
Number four showed up an hour late and didn’t excuse herself. She had a portrait of Anne Frank hanging in her office and garish motivational quotes to support it. Keep those paws up fighter! There’s a brave new day waiting for you! Wasn’t for her…
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