Madness in women takes a particular form It doesn’t snarl and lash out with the muscular Intentionality of a male pit-bull, intent on savagery Nor dissolve into rumination and despair like Much used handkerchief incapable of holding more tears No. Madness in women is like epilepsy It creeps up unawares, whispering in your ear all … Continue reading The Yellow Wallpaper – Candice Louisa Daquin
