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Here it is! The official cover of LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE, due out sometime in May or June. The poem in the following story is the beginning of the book and one that I actually wrote when I was in the midst of the battle.
Genre: Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100
HIS SUCCESS STORY
The Dancer
The steps used to
Be simple,
Every leap and turn;
Graceful, exultant dance.
But now
Annie leads me to murky depths
Of despair
And
Threatens,
In the most literal sense,
To devour
Soul, spirit, and body.
I’m tortured by
Pain on the faces of those
Who care.
Helpless to halt this
Insane choreography
I seek resolution
Via self-destruction.
After reading my poem, Wayne asked, “What do you hope to accomplish by starving yourself to death?”
“They’ll be better off without me.”
*****
In Memory of Wayne Clinton Witcher, my ever-patient therapist. I will always consider myself your success story.