Stories by Louis Urbanowski

Obsessions are a warning.

No, a prediction. 

A fate you can’t avoid.

But you do. I do, I always do.

What if I don’t? What if I can’t?

Then, obsessions are a question. 

The question. Am I a good person?

Answer it. If you dare.

Or don’t, just fuck off.

Back to the worry, to the concern.

A balcony, a bridge, a knife in a dishwasher.

Fall, jump, stab. 

Those are the ones. Light enough to write. 

Whilst the darkest stay with me.

Up here. Bouncing. Laughing. Screaming.

So, obsessions are a companion?

Yes, I suppose. 

Never not, never here. Always close, always near.

The remedy is unclear.

The tablets make you fat. The tablets make you quiet.

The tablets make a dull boy. 

So write. Think, shock, the words come.

They swallow them.

And that’s the answer, that’s the trick.

Find something that works.

Hopefully it will stick.

Obsession? Yeah, writing. 

By Louis Urbanowski – Inspired by the prompt ‘Opposite’ – writing a poem as I always do a short story!