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6

Alarm goes off

6.54

Sit bolt upright

Swing legs out of bed

Left foot down

Tap

                Tap        

Tap

                Tap

Tap

                Tap

Foot in slipper

Right foot down

Tap

                Tap        

Tap

                Tap

Tap

                Tap

Foot in slipper

I will fucking murder you

Walk across room

Light switch on

Light switch off

Light switch on

Light switch off

Light switch on

Light switch off

I will fucking murder you

Open door

Mum downstairs

Hear her cooking

Foot on first step

Foot back up

Foot on first step

Foot back up

Foot on first step

Foot back up

Walk downstairs

‘Morning mum’

I will kill her too

‘Morning love, how are you?’

‘Fine mum’

Do it

‘NO!’

What did you say?

‘I said no’

Do it

Pain in head

Pain in head

Have to do it

Need relief

‘Fine mum’

‘Fine mum’

‘Fine mum’

‘Fine mum’

‘Fine mum’

‘Fine mum’

Pain stops

Embrace mum

Have breakfast

Take medicine

Toast eaten

In seven bites

Seven

I will kill you for that

Ready for school

I will kill you for that

Straight on the bus

No stopping

No voice

Medicine working

Today could be the day

I walk on the cracks.

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Comments

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Laura Taylor

Wed 23rd Sep 2015 12:09

Ooof. As a childhood OCDer (an obsession with symmetry that took over my entire life - managed to get it somewhat under control by the age of 11) I KNOW this one. Interesting backstory, and the theme of quite a lot of poems funnily enough.

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Stu Buck

Tue 22nd Sep 2015 10:02

this was actually written for a guy i met ten years ago. i invited him onto a live tv program (for uni) to talk about ocd, not knowing how bad he was. i asked him why he did it (i hadnt practised the questions) and he stared right down the camera and said 'because they will fucking kill me'. needless to say i wasnt invited to take part in any further productions...

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John Bastard

Tue 22nd Sep 2015 08:33

'today could be the day
I walk on the cracks.'

what is it that stops you from quitting your job and stealing the idle cars of life?

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