Diary of A Madwoman

October 3rd

I started hearing and seeing things

I’ve never heard or seen before

and he tells me,

“It’s all in your head dear.”

November 8th

My beloved looked my way.

When he looks at me

it’s like the sun shining

through my cloudiest day

but I couldn’t dare to wish

to touch his skin.

Scum that I am.

December 14th

All those girls stared

when I stood near him,

as if they were holding pitchforks.

But I laugh at and pity them.

January 21st

I walked past those girls

with their black Docs

and the Chanel fragrance

and I wonder,

what' it’s like for

those high society ladies

with their golden dream boys.

February 10th

The dogs whispered and

gossip through letters.

They’re ridiculing me

as the ugliest thing

you will ever see.

March 24th

My beloved loves another!

A jet set girl

with sleek dyed hair.

It’s always those tempests

taking everything from

good women like me.

So I decided that

all men love the devil.

April 6th

As I weeped for him

like a disenchanted sinner,

voices reminded me,

“It’s all in your head girl.”

May 1st

I raised my voice

to the man

only to be told,

“hold your tongue woman,

for it slips too freely!”

June

I declare myself

as the king and queen.

I asked my subjects to rejoice,

so they escorted me

to my kingdom.

No date. There was no date.

They shaved my head.

Must be customary for royalty.

I’ve been bathed

in ice water.

I shouted,

“Bow to your queen!”

So they bestowed upon me

An electric crown.

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It’s hopeless.

Can’t take it.

Much longer.

Remember.

That Time.

Comfoted.

When I cried.

But nobody.

Holds me.

He turns.

And says.

“Don’t be hysterical woman.”