Magpie Tales Photo prompt #110
|image: Duane Michals|
She lay there quietly chastening herself for yesterday's failure:
Over and over again, every day is the same. If I eat, I die. If I don't eat, I die. I speak, but the words are bitter in my mouth. I resolve, but my mind retreats to the dark places. I rise, confined in this straight jacket of fleshy flesh, unable to control its wanton wanderings. Everyday I begin, everyday I fail. I am dead, I am alive. I am like Elvis...reappearing again and again. Who will deliver ME???