But then my thoughts and emotions give me the retort:
I have no words for these things.
These things that bring my heart to a shuddering halt.
Kicked, damaged and bruised.
But where is the news?
I don't want to be the designer of my own catastrophe.
All I want to do is all God has asked of me.
Yet my ears are filled with undulating cacophony.
My thoughts are droning.
On and on and on,
I can't find the words to undress the duress of the bully in my brain-
driving me insane-
this desire for more.
The desire of what?
But here, I refrain.