Have

Have I said anything about what’s bubbling inside?

When I look in the mirror, I don’t recognize the person looking back — a monstrous thing that has finally emerged from the depths of my consciousness.

I blink, hoping with each moment it will go away. But I know it will be with me forever.

I spent the last year trying to run away from the ogre. When that failed, I just sat and waited for the damn thing to overtake me. It never did. And I sat and waited. Waited. Sat.

Even my monsters don’t want to eat me.