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mental hospital musings.
she's a plastic child dolled up in cellophane.
they're afraid she'll break.
tiny fists start beating on the windowpane.
let her out, I say, let her out of this cave.
she wants to fly so badly.
birdy, birdy, your wing's cradled in ice.
bruised eyes set upon the prize.
is this a public announcement?
paper fading and pencil breaking.
everything she loves, it drifts away.
so many choices and so little time.
tie this bitch up, it's getting away.
electrical wires attached to battered wrists
pinprick needles and powdered white pills.
strap her down for she's fighting our help.
they aren't really listening, just enraptured in reality television.
don't you know what this is?
th' kids stare at her, small as she is.
they'll stare at the funeral.
911! SOMEONE CALL 911!
WE NEED A DOCTOR. A FUCKING DOCTOR.
THE HEARTBEAT'S DECREASING!
so was my will.
you didn't listen, did you?
SLIDING ON THE FLOOR.
THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE.
what am I, your medical whore?
DANGER! CAUTION! TROUBLED BEWARE!
Hospital stay. Shots at six. Canteen, commercial food. Engorged doctors with bespectacled sneers. Phone calls at nine. Vomiting at eleven. Screaming. Drawing bloodstained pictures of happier times. Security. Next morning.
Hung from a doorknob.