Even if it were possible and a mate was vital and viable, it seems absolutely out of the question for me.
My pack’s survival depends upon my outsmarting injuries and enemies.
Even if it were possible and a mate was vital and viable, it seems absolutely out of the question for me.
My pack’s survival depends upon my outsmarting injuries and enemies.
Is that when they stuff a pigeon into a hole, unwillingly?
But then, what pigeon would willingly offer to get stuck into a hole?
And who and for what reason is there being any stuffing in the first place?!
“For the good of the Realm.”
That’s what they always say.
Then, it’s expected that the person they claim to love will stay there holding court for them, supporting them while they go off and breed with some demoiselle of “proper ancestry.”
Well…
No.
“For the good of the Realm” be damned.
I shall not dither about waiting for the one I have loved with all of my heart to cherish me as much as I cherish him.
Being handed off – traded – for younger skin and womb that has not borne children is the greatest insult ever to a Woman.
(It needed more venom; more anger; more assertion)
In quick succession, my wage loss coverage was cut by entrapment’s misrepresentating (Ha!); I was told that I owed unemployment money instead of the fact that they owe me; and the petition of many invested years found its now closed way back to me.

Part of a self portrait series called “Into The Light: Self Reflections.”
I am confused as to what I should be becoming – if indeed, I should be becoming something other than what I already am.
Sometimes it is necessary to trim.

She had fled in order to not
Experience that pain again.
Where the cockelshells bloom
In the low tide ebbing at noon
And the sweet brine spray
Against cliff spritzes away
Memory’s musk of sunrise gone dusk,
That is where somedays will find me.
Have you heard the news?
Of course you have, for you are the one who created it.
I am “producing” in my own capacity.
What if I capture light in video and sound effects bouncing off of buildings, instead?’
“I think if you move your fish to a different pond, they’ll thrive and you’ll feel better,” sypathized the dryad.
She heard the news and felt her hope sever,
Hidden among trees with objects gathered
Of items tallied, most important tools seem
Stardust remnants of such fragile dreams.
A person walks past in front panning right
Left side shot of turtle, shadow-cross light.
Nature and she have a stoic commonality:
Dwelling on loss is not essential to reality.

I would like to force them all back with a flick of my wrist and a huge blast radius.
I could gather energy as unassailable intelligence and eradicate assaulting targets.
“I’m going to have to go with Wrath,” retaliated Mal to the Operant in the movie Serenity.
But I can feel these puppet string reactions pulling at me from their various directions.
“If you believe in morality and justice, you must act or be discounted – fight or flee.”
How do I just wiggle out of these traps and follow the moon and sun until I am free?
Having chosen a path less traveled where tools are given by button pressing (though traumatic brain injury gets in the *&@#<% way of comprehending ease of use for functionality), this wily mouse is on the scent for something other than the usual entrapment of cheese while quivering from the “experiments” done to her body.
As long as I deal with the insurance company on my own, they will talk with me and offer a pittance resolution if I sign off any further claims and ignore their willful harm to me.
If I get a lawyer, I must sign all control over to him to represent me, but the process will take longer, and as of yet, he has not explained what I get in return for relinquishing.
I would like to have a third option, one that lifts me safely and securely from this scene.
One agency says they do not believe I am injured – using this claim to cut off support.
Another agency says that they cannot help me because I cannot yet return to work.
The one to help with retraining says they can’t help until my doctor releases.
The agency to help due to medical needs says “again ask the other agencies.”
I had asked for help in my past situation.
I now have to work with methods given.
It can tear a person apart.
Luckily, I am used to it.


There comes a time when outpacing the violent cowards is no longer an option.
“But she’s so ‘sweet and deserving…'”
No.
She hasn’t had to fight for right to evolve.
People given unchecked autority
Who should not be given authority
When they have used it to cause harm
Should not have any rank in my own head
Aftecting long after their presence.has fled.
When it comes to war, it is best to target the true source of evil, rather than innocence.
The reason I dislike the game of Chess is that the goal is to achieve absolute slaughter.
As they say, “fight fire with fire,” fight Man with Man.
The scent of blood was thick in the air.
But it wasn’t the blood of an honest kill to keep a starving pack’s generations thriving.
It was the smell of a gunshot wound made at distance by cowardice, painfully festering.
Normally, she respected other predators, but those who hurt her had to be stopped.
Her wound kept seaping – wouldn’t heal with bullet still imbedded deep into flesh.
Metal poisoning was invading her system, forcing attention to keep fighting madness.
She knew who they were now, and knew how they could also be hunted – destroyed.
Her life and pack’s survival now at risk, her snarl grinned anticipating their fragile skin.
This is part of the tangled brain’s system.
Difficulty is ikely due to nerve compression.
This makes it hard to navigate career retraining data collection / interpretation.
Doing the work, itself, is not the problrm.
And yet, the extreme vexation from visual overload and brain mis-signaling is vexing.
Which burns limited tolerance capacities.
As no therapy yet has addressed the overstretched support tissues surrounding my nerves and I am still denied boon of receiving help from neurology specialists, I have embarked upon my own form of torture therapy.
I have cushioned, rubber flip flops that are firm enough in the surface area of my thongs to rock my imbalance all over the place, causing my limb and torso muscles to shake and wuiver and my vertigo to swing extreme range.
Well…
Even though this alarmingly increases nerve compression and resultant referential numbness spreading, what else can I do while waiting and deadlines keep crushing?
My new belt split at its highest use point, tearing off the flange most needed.
I can’t play the role you need, but I love you unequivocably.
“We must take to the Higher Ground Together, my very brave and valid pack leader in training!”