On fear, perception,
and American Horror Story.
Fearsome is what you may think of me.
I have been told this before.
Prone to rants to my therapist, these thoughts of yours used
to trouble me.
My being fearsome is more your problem.
Trust me, it’s just the shoes.
Do I intimidate you?
What are you afraid of?
Fearful. Now,
that I will never show you.
I’ll make a sausage stuffing that will reveal so much to
you, but you will never be told of what I am fearful. Surprisingly, if we’d continued in the fashion we were
styled (dinners, social gatherings, a happy hour, even the occasional coffee
shop), I may have told you a few of them.
When I am an old woman, I shall wear black and call myself
Fiona Goode.
I’ve always been a fan of the macabre, although I do not
enjoy scary movies.
This is a life of perceptions. So, I am aware of what you think of me. Meh.
Does her name have to be Queenie?
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