Expert on Mental Illness Reveals Her Own Fight
Fading scars, like ruby bangles dearly bought, ring your wrists
Now hallowed expert
Once hidden in the bowels of
Institute of Living
Heaving head against unyielding floor
Thrashing indifferent walls
Thorazine.
Librium.
Electroshock.
Yet still seduced by suicide
Until, on knees bruised with bending,
Gold alighted the hospital chapel,
Deus ex machina,
Deus ex machina,
Your deliverance
Sometimes, though,
Driving through brightly lit tunnels,
You’ll hear the siren’s song still,
Grip the wheel with palsied hands.
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