Grinsesca

Day 4 in the psych ward.

Grate.

Shovel

Pound-cake

Whipped cream

And a saw of gizzards.

Meow?

I see no real solution, but.

I really still wonder sometimes.

Wondering the lights and sugar tables.

I see the struggle, I feel the pain.

I feel the aggression.

I am the Domestic Violence.

Dizzy

Wobbling

Fall.

I see the light up there.

Will I go? Will I stay?

I will cry and scream.

My emotion.

Meow ya doin?

Assault.

Ring ring, who's there?

Me, the raiser of flowers

And a wonderful mind of beauty,

and destruction.

 

Author's Note

Day 4 in the psych ward.