Yellow Eyes

When I was a child, my active, young mind invented a monster. His name was Yellow Eyes and he lived in the kitchen cupboard. 

I was completely terrified of him back then.

I refused to even step foot in the kitchen after sundown.

But then, I grew out of it.

I realized that he was just a figment of my childish imagination.

And I forgot all about him.

Until about 5 years ago, when he came back.

Except, now, he didn't live in the kitchen,

he lived in my head.

He told me to not eat.

He told me to slice open my skin and watch the crimson blood pour out.

He told me that no one could ever possibly love me.

He told me that I was no good for anyone, so I should isolate myself

to protect others.

He told me to down a bottle of Jack Daniel's with a bottle of Tylenol.

Just recently, I've let ol' Yellow Eyes know that he is no longer welcome here.

I've kicked him out before, but he always seems to worm his way back in.

This time, however, I've changed the locks.

I've beefed up the security system.

Yellow Eyes is out of my life for good now.

And I've never felt more free. 

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[The Nude Writer]

I really love your writing. It is so real :)