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The Elephant In The Room - Patricia Hughes

The elephant in the room is me.

My madness sprawled over this seat and generations to follow, like a bad smell it will linger in hearts and memories.

My epitaph "mad as a box of frogs".

No one chooses this path,

arms tattooed with hieroglyphic scars and

a liver rotting with overdoses.

Spilling madness like tears,

traumatizing loved ones with my DNA.

My existence.

This madness grew from a thump,a slap and a punch.

It grew from malignant touch and threats;

and it was never chosen,

but the elephant in the room is still me.

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