Today is Friday. I am safe – protecting both others and myself from the urges that control my body. Two hundred years ago I would have been sent to the priest to loosen the grip of the demon within – after that I would have been burned. Now we have doctors; they talk about chemical and electrical imbalances. I had an absence yesterday, I don’t remember it but the bruises on my arms are fresh like aubergine and the cut on my thumb bled when I removed the bandage at breakfast. Friday – that is the day my mother and father used to visit.
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