My dress has pockets, she screamed. The pockets were filled with unimaginable things, falling, overflowing, slinking, and crawling around. I finally have somewhere to keep my things, she shrieked. The things joined her with their own harmonious hum, a slimey symphony. I am never alone now, she whispered, shadows passed behind her eyes.
@RickiTarr@EllenInEdmonton I’m sewing a dress with pockets right now. What do I keep in dress pockets? Things I find around the house like stray legos, dropped popcorn, little bits and bobs that either need to be put away or thrown away. Also lip balm.
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