Minions! I come to you rapidly alternating internal explosions with implosions..... I spend my days building boxes, perfecting the walls, looking over the cracks with content smiles, rattling the bars and pulling on the chains to make sure everything is secure and then panic when I find out I'm on the inside! I then proceed to cower into denial, imagining how easy it would be to bring the boxes down when I want to, how I am in full control, and how I don't mind them in the first place..... and then panic when I realize, I lie. Having the heart of me all but beat out of my wide open chest one second, then slowing into a worked trudge against the caving in of that same chest walls the next; I feel as if every cell of me is me, pacing the floors of my head, banging their heads against its walls, stubbing their toes and clenching their fists, stomping their legs and rocking on the balls of their feet, biting their nails and twisting their hands to all the shapes they could and could not be.... maddening with search for the lines between truth and comforting lies, lies and truths we hope are so. Minions, colour me braver so I can handle it, then face me head on, and most important, rock me into sleep!
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