Like a boomareng, history was heavier-than-air.
Like King Tutankhamun, she had collection of those memories that split her sanity.
She went to war with the monster she thought she was finally learning to tame.
With a machete, she cut through tormenting images born from that deep dark voice of inadequacy.
But with each stroke, the voice multiplied as though meiosis was the order of the day.
Loud as her voice was, the beast couldn’t be shut up.
She was told and believed that she falls under the cluster C group of disorders.
Why would she not really?
The history she thought to be were it should be, the past, got a ride from the Returning Boomerang.
And little did she know that it too (history) has mastered and adopted generic skill of the Returning Boomerang.
ART OF WAR!!!
The day she picked up that book to arm herself, the beast got the advanced copy from the same hand.
The enemy whispered the great words of Sun Tzu:
“Supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.”
Her resistance was broken and the enemy won.
Like Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, the enemy had the same blood line and her family had powerful names as those of the Greek gods and goddesses.
IN YOUR FACE!!!
The slap of the boomareng weakened her and she remembered the Prozac she flushed…
BOOMARENG EFFECT is a BITCH!
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