Sometimes she explodes. It’s not pretty. She buys several mirrors to watch for signs of approaching combustion. She enrolls in yoga classes, starts kick-boxing, gets a Buddha tattoo. Friends tell her everyone has bad moments.
She reads books: It’s habit. It’s buried pain. It’s bi-polar. Re-frame. See a counselor. Pray. She gets her tongue pierced as a reminder to stop.
One day a stranger at a market hands her a key. “Why are you so mad at yourself?”
She starts conversations with the person in her mirror. At first it sucks.
After awhile, they both smile.
© 2017 T J Barnum
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