I bumped into a wall.
My mind violently promised:
If you don’t pat it in the same spot… it will go up in flames.
I check my car is locked once, twice. On the millionth time I still question myself.
If you don’t go back and check again… someone will rob you.
There are certain words that feel like a sin to read or hear or think.
If you don’t picture your mind being meticulously disinfected…
I have to pronounce the letter ’n’ right, but only in a specific word.
If I don’t… if I don’t… if I don’t.
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
An "n", so oft so hard to find. And what shall we do then but bend or end in some twisted state of paralysis.
Good work Poppy! OCD is hard. I subscribe to it myself although my version doesn’t require meticulous cleaning.
OCD this was really good Poppy!!