i met her the other day, came face-to-face with the mad woman she stared me down until I turned away discomforted & perplexed vexed that the resemblance was there, eyes dark and haunted, unfathomable - i knew her. not well, despite the hunch that we had grown together day by day through half a century sometime along the way our paths had diverged and come together again. she'd actually been back for a while and I'd not acknowledged her, preferring to look elsewhere. anywhere but into those mad, flat eyes, witness to a fire along put out, this woman of many wounds. will she rekindle mine, I wonder, the last embers of hope that stir within, then dampen with her tears? i am afraid, at once thinking to surrender to that darkness she proffers there's a certain peace comes with this, she whispers, hand fastening cold around my heart, and it lasts - forever.
Reason for writing:
Written after coming out of a profound depression .. should be called *Testimony to Prozac* for, without it, I would surely be one with the mad woman today.
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