When I Thought “I was a POS”
But then I remembered to believe in me
It was that gross feeling, that pit in your stomach, and wanting to immediately expel bodily fluids simultaneously from every orifice, kind of reaction for me.
I was referred to, or maybe one of my submissions, as a “POS” in a publisher’s side note. (also known as a Piece of Sh*t. I am a dinosaur and this may not be so…