"Goatfuckingsonnovacunt" I typed, cheerfully.

You ever spend a night in after a storm adding curse words to your phone dictionary? Therapy found in the little satisfactions got me through this last shipwreck. Every time I write his name now it autocorrects to something unprintable. It's better this way, makes me think twice about talking about it all.

Chupacabre

Sometimes though, the heart simmers over and the once clear surface is revealed in congealed ugliness clouding the broth. These sorrows season the soul. Bones of regret give the soup a depth unattainable any other way.

soupslurpingnazi Yet another gleeful addition to the arsenal.

I paused my mission and scanned the papers sprawled out in front of me. Recipes, pictures, trinkets. The kind of things you never look at but take comfort in knowing they're safe. I was moving, moving on, up, over and away from the last

shitshow.

Only one piece of the life quilt covering the bed caught my attention before I began packing again. Taken from his height above my shoulder, it focused on my hands rolling out tortillas with a gin bottle. The shutter captured a slight smile hiding, always.

I put my phone down. I didn't remember that person in the photograph. Didn't know her motivations, her thoughts. I only remember resignation of dreams displayed faintly, obstructing her smile.

Casting doubt is a tool in the right hands and a weapon with what's left when you introduce a fear without resolution. I could not let that reminder plague me and tucked the glossy paper into the small box holding large parcels of emotions. I could not fear my failures any longer.

lovinfucker I added one more word, just in case I needed it on the way.