Nothing has changed in all the years of my life, except the arrangement.
I was promised reconciliation with my missing son (gone for twenty-nine years):
I do hear from him—he screams his guts out every day in one way or another.
And the dog meant better days—I daily experience her being zapped thru and shot and tortured causing her & me to be miserable.
Torture—bleeding (me) out of both ends all of the time.
Dog can hardly go to the bathroom due to pain. Her vet sold me some spray for “an infection.” She just gets more pain. Piped in swearing, threats night & day. Sleep deprivation. Loud noises from “guests” in adjacent apartments (unoccupied). Zapped (do you remember how many times Dr. Spock on “Star Trek” transported?)
All over to be relieved of money: not wanting any because the great zapper threatens life, etc.
Probes (electronic devices) planted in me & dog to help us pass out or convulse for zapper entertainment.
Zapper to open empty spaces without dog—not a future life I want.
A pawn in a freak show with everything that has meaning for me.
Jesus suffered more. He gave his life when everyone including his Father denied him. We all need to take up the cross.
—Carol Leno