Abrasive & Autumnal

a series of vignettes

Abrasive.  That word will never break free from the confinements of my mind.  Abrasive was used as a dagger to draw blood, to injure me. But much to the dismay of the vocalists, abrasive was I a word I welcomed.  It became a part of me.  It was reassurance that I was not subservient, not gelded.   That I am a force to be reckoned with and beware all those whom attempt to contain me, to tame me, to control me.

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