Brainwashed

A Poem by Shayna

This came out of nowwhere. I don't even get it. Take from it what you'd like. I'd love to hear how you interpret it. Written: May 24, 2008.

"If this isn't brainwashing," I muttered, "I don't know what is."
She then smiled at me and laughed. I joined in the chorus of this sick song, and then she pulled the knife and I cried.
"This isn't brainwashing. This is God." And I bled on the church floor as she laughed again.

© 2009 Shayna

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Added on May 17, 2009

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Shayna

Cedar Grove, WI

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Ever since I was a kid, I loved two things: reading and writing. I read as much as I could and wrote stories that generally weren't good. As I got older, though, I got better and soon learned to write.. more..