Don't Call Me Crazy

by Octavia Grant

“I’m going to be in therapy for years behind this crazy ass bitch,” Ivory thought as her face twisted in disgust.

“Understood. Well, I am in prison for castrating eleven men and sodomizing them with their severed useless dicks. After shoving their worthless penile shaft in their very experienced and already opened backdoor, I made them suck the filth off before I doused them with gasoline and set their worthless bodies on fire. Hearing them cry and beg for mercy did nothing for me. They didn’t mean it. Certain people can’t be saved. I don’t think I should be here. My actions were justified.

The person wearing the prettiest smile is often hiding a whole heap of secrets.

Life has taught me that the people closest to us are normally the people we have to watch the closest.

Isn’t it funny how people are quick to notice when a little girl is being fast, but those same people never notice when that little girl is being molested.”

Daughters were viewed as competition and therefore not given the love that they deserved.

“She said there isn’t a woman on this earth that can take my spot. She didn’t say that her husband hadn’t tried to put a child in her spot.”