When people ask,
“What’s wrong?”, I
can bat them away
with the phrase –
“Black Dog stuff”.
Then I don’t
have to explain
nausea –
morning sickness
of the mind
Or my
perfectionist heart –
shredding thoughts,
actions, utterances;
a form of
deliberate self harm
eventually my
Freudian slip mind
bites back –
you are no longer
scary, all
powerful – I
am no longer
in your grasp.
You are now
a child’s toy –
just a
“stuffed black dog”.
I can put you
back in the box.
Des Mannay