Ignoring it might just make it go away... and that's the worst of it. One day she decided enough was enough, she decided enough with the world. No more would she let it creep in her tiny little box with no corners, seed the seeds of doubt and fear. No more would she let the whims of a big red elephant jumping around her rule her world. No more painting herself with other people's colors.
So one day she went to a far away place, distant and deserted, sat down and curled herself so she'd be as small as possible. She covered her eyes, her ears, her mouth, her nose: let it come, she thought. Eyes covered, she would not see the bad. Ears covered, she would not hear the bad. Mouth covered, she would not taste the bad. Nose covered, she would not smell the bad. Made of stone, numb to all.
But. Eyes covered, she could not speak. Ears covered, she could not dream. Mouth covered, she could not kiss the morning. Nose covered, she could not remember. Made of stone, alone with herself.
Ignoring it might just make it go away... and that's the worst of it.
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