Stuffies

Some kinds of pain hit you hard and fade quickly…like a hit from a cattle prod. Some pain hits you and seems to fade only to freakishly worsen, and then mark, and then leave deep bruises as time passes, like a cane strike. And other wounds are dormant, there and unknown, until abruptly brought to the surface to terrify with their manifestation. And I’m working my way through all of that shit.

—The Perverted Negress: What I’m not saying.