The thing is, she’s dangerous. That’s what she had been told. Laughable, really. Sitting on the bathroom floor popping a xanax didn’t make her feel dangerous. Yet, there was that boom, boom, boom beat to her heart. It pounded and drove her dangerously to the edge of reality and what was considered acceptable. But what society dictated couldn’t ease that boom.
So, she hit the road. Now, she was no longer dangerous. She was just gone. No, she hadn’t gone fishing. She just left. They would figure out things out. Or maybe not. It just wasn’t her problem anymore. And, maybe now she really was dangerous. Freedom.
Categories: Culture, Health, identity, mental health, photography, Psychology, society, women, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
It’s True if We Do Not
Respect Our Elders, And
Other Vulnerable’s And
Health Care Workers
who Take GREAT
CARE
Of Us
When We
Fall Down And
Depend on Them
To Save Us
And All Our
Loved Ones
If We Become So
Deplorably Minion
Following Despicable
Demagogue
Leaders
Who Do
Not
Give A God
Dam If All The
Care Givers
Burn
Out
And Just
No Longer
Have The Fortitude
To Do The Job And
Determine Their
Family
Is Too
Important
To Sacrifice Their
Life for Callous
Ignorance
That Is helping
To Kill Half A Million
People in One Year
Who
Will
We Blame
When Our
Children
Have
Accidents
And Horrible
Unexpected
Disease
And
There is No
One Left
To
Bandage
Their Ills Well
It Sure Won’t
Be
The
Vets
For if Our
Pets Were
Dying
In These
Numbers
They’d
Wear A Mask
Same Way As
They Don’t
Allow
Their
Pets
To Endlessly
Suffer
At
The
End Of
Life For if We
Do Not Choose
Everyone To
Love
And
Save
Eventually
The Tombstone
And Dirt Nap
Of Ashes
Will
Be Ours
Sooner Than
Soon Hope
You Enjoy
Your
New
Life in
The Bahama’s
That All The
Overtime
Pay
By
The
Minions Delivered
Let’s See The
Demagogue
Wearing
Orange
Jumpsuit
Colors Stained
For The
New Year
To Match
His Make-Up Soul…
On Fire As Usual Now 🔥
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