Evil Therapist
Therapy is a nice breeze I paid for.
That smells a little bit like dead dust bunnies.
You can only jump as high as kettle corn.
And you’ll land on the ground most likely.
Get crushed.
But she wants a more substantial crunch.
An earth worm’s sentience.
Such a worm cannot go to therapy.
The therapist would crush him way too easily.
And she wants at least 13 bones.
Doesn’t all have to be from the same creature.
Spider legs don’t always count.
But might if it has spikes.
Therapy is a nice breeze I paid for.
And the breeze smells like lavender instead of dead dust bunnies.
Maybe because…
The dust bunnies got eaten.
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