Madness

She couldn’t help but be distracted by the seductive luster of the blade of the knife she was using to chop the carrots for her salad. She was fantasizing of the relief she would receive if she only gave into her temptations. Her world was mercilessly spinning around her, making her feel as though she was collapsing into her self. She knew madness; madness was corroding her soul pushing it down to the bottoms of her feet leaving nothing but black emptiness in its place. Madness was when every insipid detail of everything around her became overwhelming, and proceeded to fill that dark place inside her where her soul used to be. Madness was her. She was being erased at that moment…fading into nothing…she felt that there was no hope, she was in a state of smothering finality which was terrorizing her to her very core; which made her tremble as she picked up the blade and delicately pierced it into her arm, then glided it across her skin over and over in the same spot until the exit was made and the mad darkness violently rushed out of her. She watched the blood drip onto the carrots as she felt colour drip onto her soul encouraging it to reprise and no longer suppressed at the bottoms of her feet. She slid down the side of the counter to the floor with relief but she knew that once the blood stopped dripping and the exit closed that the madness, the darkness would take her again.

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