Prosthetic Expected — It’s NOT ME.

Tomorrow I get a prosthetic. A strange fake thing that is suppose to look real, feel real, make me look normal. I hate it already and I don’t even have it. I want to hurl it as far as my lame girl throw is able. I want to see if the damn thing skips on water. Can it knock a branch clean off a sturdy tree? I want to know if it can smash a window, a lot of windows. Maybe go through one window at the back of the house and keep right on going until it flies through the window at the other end of the house. Fling the thing far away until it takes to orbiting the planet with the rest of the space junk.

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Lisa Boyl-Davis, LICSW

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My name is Lisa. I am a trauma and couples therapist, love to write, sing, hike, pray, bike, and accidently burn food too often… www.ameliacponder.com

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