Her Name

This one’s a little too close for comfort…but it won third place at Micro Bookends.


Her Name

Explosive temper, foul language, cruel insults; she has it all.

She lurks in the back of my mind screaming until I want to tear out my hair with pain and frustration. She’s with me at work, at home, while I’m sleeping, while I’m cooking. I can’t relax.

If something is dirty she knows it; if it’s not dirty, she thinks it is, and convinces me. She’s different for everyone, but for me, she contaminates the world. She reduces the people and places I love into germs. She follows me around and remembers everything I do.

She is not me, but she changes me.

Her name is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

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