Ana

          She keeps me company from dust to dawn, from my busiest of hours to the most somber, she dictates my life and enforces capital punishment when I can't follow instruction; when I walk she follows and counts my steps, when I sleep she waits patiently at the foot of bed to deny me the enterprise I need to rise. Her glass eyes stare back at me only to wreak disappointment despite my efforts to please her. No matter how many sharp turns and endless locked doors,her dark formidable silhouette always strays just steps abaft of me. Confined in her presence she clouds my judgment while her talons claw out my keenness to halt a feeling of esurient. Her tall dark shadow is never ending, I feel her as she twirls my hair with a grip of ice and proclaims herself through the sanctuary of my mind. She calls herself a name I do not like, but she never lets me forget it, her demand for followers intensifies my struggle to resist however she knows that I won't seek help because I am the only one who can see her. She reminds me that she is here to help although my physicians don't think it's necessary. Somehow her presence made social gatherings less social and dinner parties impossible to attend. Comfort began to resign up and down stairs wells and empty bathroom stalls while calculating her results were the only thing imprinted in my mind.