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They are often less than a minor inconvenience.
I wipe them from my brow like sweat. Pluck them from my head like stray hairs. Toss them to the corners of my room.
The more persistent may take hold of my nerves.
I conjure imaginary fire to burn them away. Lock them and boxes and toss them from my window. Slap them from my skin like pesky bugs.
Only active movement can banish them. It's a temporary fix though. They still inch into my head waiting to pounce on me with violent scenes and repulsive images.
My thoughts aren't always my own, but my actions are.