Oh, how I loathe feeling you around.
You always cause so much trouble everywhere you go.
Once you’ve been seen, nothing can be done to stop it—it’s too late.
A vision of destruction dressed in white, one I foolishly follow wherever it may take me.
All becomes meaningless and worthless and dreadful,
Erased for the sake of fear.
Please don’t make it go away, I can’t stand it.
Oh Rabbit Doubt, can’t you let me have this just once?
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weirdo”.