Facing the Beast by Jackie Bluu - HTML preview

facing the beast

I don’t laugh very often.

As a matter of fact, it’s pretty rare.

So when it does pop up uninvited,

I lose control—

all the screws shake loose,

and I laugh and I laugh,

until my belly aches,

and my eyes water,

and my breathing cuts short,

and my eyelids close...

savoring that special moment,

because I know I won’t laugh again

until the next blue moon.

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