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November 20, 2012
Words break the dark and the candle flickers--it's about to go out. The gust of the Aggressor is here--she with long, terrible needle, and claims, such claims! "This will make you better," she says; I scream to no avail as she knocks the candle to the floor.
I can't see, for she has extinguished what little light I had; the shadows win, the gloomy room laughs, and I am enveloped in Bi-Polar as my eyelids flutter close, and the murky walls cover me with dark, sinister laughs, yet again...
I snap back out of it, take my pill, and lean back in my writing chair, certain that my eyes show fear right now: deep fear. So, I begin my Buddhist mantras and immediately I begin to feel better.
But first, I turn on the office light.
This entry was posted on November 20th, 2012 at 01:14:00 pm by Danielle Sainte-Marie and is filed under Danielle's Diary. Tags: aggressor, authoress, bipolar, buddhist mantras, candles as eyes, danielle sainte-marie, darkness closing in, depression, murky sinister walls, nurse needle, poetess