he took her voice
then her thoughts
he denied her reality
at every turn
he locked her in a room
with yellow wallpaper
locked her into her own mind
where the line between
what was real
and what was not
began to blur
but the wallpaper was real
she could feel it
as she crawled
along the baseboard
muttering
and tearing off
small pieces
driven insane by
her husband
and the other woman
that’s when she knew
the only thing
she could trust
was the yellow wallpaper
under her fingernails
Photo: Pixabay
I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life
Brave & Reckless 
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One thing to trust
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