Sometimes I feel invisible. Utterly voiceless and alone. I pull the curtains, disappear into the safe void I know so well. Vague and heady, my mind buzzing with cruel taunts, so loud I can’t possibly not believe them. I hear voices, feel feelings and see futures so frightening. It’s all too hard. On these days, dying seems romantic. Slipping away. Ether. Void. Gone. These are the musings of a child, a daughter, now mother and woman. I bare this legacy grimacing behind those walls. When you see me, I shine. It’s a secret

S. Defaux - NSW, Australia

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