Where Your Deepest, Darkest Secrets are, Kept…

You may need, a flash light, or an oil lantern for this one!!!

We’re taking an “adventure” (more like entering into your WORST nightmares, if you ask me!!!) today…

This, is where, your deepest, darkest secrets are, kept, and we’re not talkin’ ‘bout those evil things you’d done to that pet fish or pet dog or cat either, oh no, it’s, an entirely different kind of darkness!

not my photo…

Where your deepest, darkest secrets are, kept, locked up, in that FORBIDDEN ZONE of your UNCONSCIOUS, and for most folks, those deepest, darkest secrets that you don’t even know existed will stay hidden, unless you’d, weathered through some sort of a life-altering experience like I’d already done, like say, oh, dunno???  DEATH???

Where your deepest, darkest secrets are, kept, do you ever, wonder, how those secrets had, gotten so deep inward of you, and what made them so dark?  Of course N-O-T, you’d just, taken things, as they ought to be, ate up whatever it was that they’d, fed to you, even IF, they were, ALL L-I-E-S, ‘cuz you’d, relied on their love to survive, but the thing was, that they never loved you, did they?  Of course N-O-T, ‘cuz had they loved you right, then, chances are, you would be their own “perfect little child”, wouldn’t you?

not my sketch…

But, you were, wounded, a long, long time ago, left to die, on that cold winter’s night, because nobody ever gave a FUCK about you, and, after you’d survived through that winter that you almost died in, the memories of all that’s awful that had, happened to you, were, suppressed by your mind, for the sake of your survival.

So, this, is where, your deepest, darkest secrets are, kept, still locked up, inside that Pandora’s Box, and, you are not, as curious as Little Pandora (okay, okay, she is, a grown woman in the real story!!!) was, because your curiosities weren’t awarded by your parents, instead, they’d punished you, for being so inquisitive………

And, you will, NEVER figure out, why, you couldn’t sleep at night, because everything IS still, related to, where your deepest, darkest secrets are, kept, and, you lacked the means, to find out what happened, but, I already know, what, happened to Y-O-U as a child, but, uh, will I be like a loving mama to you?  Uh, HECK no, do I look like I’m someone’s M-O-M-M-Y here???  Hell NO!!!

 not my artwork…