The psychiatrist said it was an imbalance in neurotransmitters, some kind of disorder that is curable with antipsychotics and rest. Sometimes it works and sometimes not, sometimes I feel he takes possession of me, speaking through my mouth, I whispered in his ear things until one day I who screams from inside his skull and fight for making decisions when it controls the body. It's the same story of Jekyll and Hyde with whom I taught English to my students years ago, before he appeared and took over my voice, my face, my hands, the words I write for women like me - or you like him, but because it is he who -. likes many The astrologer says it's not my fault, that is my punishment for being born with the moon in Gemini and life I will fight with him and sometimes win and sometimes win one another.
think all the time - just - I'm the two-faced Janus, I'm Castor and Pollux, Cosmas and Damian, Romulus and Remus fighting for control of body beaten only by him, who wants to live at night, and I need to work during the day.
Today when I got tired of seeing his face took the old rifle my grandfather used in the civil war and went to meet him, willing to give it a shot or get the guts with a bayonet. Seemed to be my reflection in the mirror but he was, he and his yellow teeth, his hair disheveled, his idiot laugh their eyebrows raised, the expression on his face type cool. I shot without flash and the momentum of the explosion pushed me back towards the window. Broken glass and vertigo of the fall. One story after another: 2, 4, 8, 16, 32. It seems that I will not stop falling but I'm never alone. Never have to see him again.
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