Bittersweet Chocolate

by C.M. Guidroz

I know that she is my insanity molded into the form of the me I want to be, and giving myself to her is giving myself over to the trenches of my madness. I’m trapped in a sick love triangle with my husband and my insanity.

Blame may be laid at many doors, but the truth echoed in the hollow chambers of my soundproofed refuge – my descent into madness found its roots not in the cradle of motherhood but in the shattered vows of matrimony.

He could write a book of promises and sweet words and I would rip out every page and wipe my ass with each one.