I've got a monster in my chest
A sad one
Like the evil Eeyore that hides underneath your comforter at night when the room is too hot and your skin is too cold and everything is too much and not enough and you're certain that you're dying inside of your skin
Eeyore crawls out
Begging for love
Pleading for attention
As it sits on top of you and whispers in broken tones "Do you love me?"
And you can't fight it and you can't win because that voice reminds you too much of the face in the mirror and the one living in that shoebox you've thrown into the recesses of your closet
So you just say "yes I do"
Comments (10 so far!)
Average reader rating 4.50/5
Evil Eeyore can't make you feel better, but waking up with a fresh perspective might.
- #1602 Posted 2 years ago
Indeed it's often a panacea for the Eeyores hiding inside our chests and tearducts.
- #1611 Posted 2 years ago
I adore your style. It has a crazy kind of "damn the grammer full speed ahead" feel that would have excited LOA debates for days in the good old days.
- #1615 Posted 2 years ago
- 4 out of 5
Thank you!! LOL I write how I think for the most part so that's a pretty accurate description of me in general. I'm glad you find it intriguing though. ^.^
- #1634 Posted 2 years ago
- #1640 Posted 2 years ago
- 5 out of 5
A series of these that used each of the Pooh characters as metaphors for disorders could be really interesting . . .
- #1671 Posted 2 years ago
Sequel with the next character ;p
- #1687 Posted 2 years ago
Didn't want to steal your thunder.
- #1689 Posted 2 years ago
Hey Binky, your story is featured; how cool is that?
- #1694 Posted 2 years ago
- 4 out of 5
- #1707 Posted 2 years ago
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