VIOLET'S STORY
(May 2001)
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VIOLET'S STORY
written by Karen Campbell
CHAPTER 13
(excerpt)
"That is because I know I am not beautiful.
I have heard the song called "Dark Therapy" by Echobelly and that is
beautiful. I have been given a radio/cassette because I nagged my mother,
who in turn nagged my father and, who, to keep my mother happy, spoke to the
ward sister and arranged for me to have one. I had to promise them that I
would not electrocute myself with it.
It is bizarre how meaningful things happen by chance.
I was rewinding a "Cocteau Twins" tape and the radio came on. I can clearly
recall the moment of feeling transfixed, as though it were only last week.
(Actually, now that I come to mention it, I think it WAS only last week.) I
sent an 'SOS' to my mother to get me the song and she did because, after
all, I am her only child and it cannot be easy knowing I'm in a mental
hospital.
I have been unable to listen to anything else since. I heard a voice which
reached into my soul and massaged my heart. I sat, deathly still, on my bed
and stared at the wall, with the lullaby of a voice soothing me through each
second.
Each second that was ecstasy.
An orgasm was almost as good as that song. Because you can rewind a song but
you cannot rewind an orgasm.
Almost as good as "Lurgee" by Radiohead.
I can sit now and reminisce, listening to Sonya Aurora Madan, singing my
most favourite song, over and over.
So, I do.
Does this tell me that I have an obsessive personality or did I already know
that?"
...
And
"Let me close your eyes
And I will take you all the way."
Oh, Sarah, what I would not give to see your eyes one more time? One more
chance to let my hands joyously wander the tender outlines of your body and
bring you to orgasm.
Maybe she is my dark therapy, as Echobelly say."
