I have all these things to say. I have all these things to say but I cannot say them here now because it is inappropriate to lay one’s soul bare somewhere someone might actually find it. I could disguise it in a weak attempt at poetry or a story where the protagonist’s name is one syllable away from mine. I could write about it as something that happened to a friend or something I read about in a book some time. I could be brave and empowering and say ‘this is my story and I don’t care who reads it’ but, as I said earlier, that’s inappropriate.
I could reach out to a friend. Let those guards down. No more pretend.
But unguarded castles are raided, or worse, captured. So, the Captain gets the same command as always – constant vigilance.
I could make revelations to those inside the castle. But that would be irresponsible. You let no one know the Queen is crazy.
What about those voices in my head? Hmm, now you’re talking!
Well, they’re talking. Fighting. Edith’s a bitch. You can’t trust anyone.
Edith’s taking over. She doesn’t care about being inappropriate. We’ll call it EXPERIMENTAL!
Oh, John, you were always the voice of reason. The puss-
Shut up, Edith.
I’m hitting publish!