Theres machinery moving in my mind.

Winifred jumped but only broke both her ankles

I'd not chance a dramatic dive from any sort of height

as we are driving I consider mentioning

all I can think about is 

have you booked the doctor yet, hopeless

referral 

sense of urgency lost in translation

as you sit down for a 9-5 

Breakfast or suicide?

In the car as we wind down roads the thought surfaces again 

I don't mention it. I am silent 

you wouldn't see these voices and thoughts

laid out before you

My head looks calm

though my eyes have dilated

mental holocaust self mutilation

Desperate for something

nothing.