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I saw one of the best minds of a previous generation destroyed by madness, crying, hysterical, watching her hair fall off her scalp in front of her eyes, strapped in, dragged down a cold, sterile ammonia-scented corridor, her nerves jumping with every echoing clop of the soles of black wooden shoes, echoes of ominous calls for doctors over a static-ridden P.A., memories of family portraits, boys, dances, presentations to Her Majesty which she would never again remember, the sound of her own voice which would never again be heard coherently, now just relax, this isn’t going to hurt you, this is going to help you - the horrible hornet hum of pieces of her skull cast askew by Black and Decker, like a jackhammer on a broken street, sppon and spatula-style utensils plunged blindly inside her head while she counted backwards from 100 and back - sang God Bless America while her God was nowhere to be found, entertained these mercenary minions with anecdotes she’ll never relive as pieces of her soul were flung about the room smeared on surgical scrubs soon to be scooped up in a haz-mat bag, staring blankly, serving a sentence of silence for her thuggish threats to thwart a meaningless masturbatorial pretense of power – perfection – prestige – crucifixion with no resurrection – eradication of existence – questions quelled of a thoroughbred
Who never jumped or asked how high
Who dared seek the company of others not previously assigned under the hostile suppressive gaze of one
Who rationalized it was all for the best
Who retroactively regaled the press with stories of the great shame they called their eldest daughter
Who threw temper tantrums like her sisters threw parties,
Who sneaked out of her cell at a convent school for Wild Irish Sex
Who balked at having a governess at the age of 22
Who walked around with soiled sanitary napkins in her purse
Who her family says was born retarded when her head was jammed in place to keep her from exiting her mother’s birth canal.
Makayla Danielle Waits: Just finished one of the most amazing books I have ever read. I connected to it in a way I can't quite put to words. It was as if this person was speaking to me, and me only. Telling me her stories and struggles and how this person handled them and how they worked or how they kept trying; but all...
Medley_Cafe: I really loved this poem it's beautifully written. It makes me think of various magical creatures that live in the sea such are mermaids and sulkies, but also a fisherman who lived all his live on the sea and only wishes to once again be out in the free blue world! Maybe even a diver! No, scratch...
crissy: Awesome work. The characters are so beautifully flawed and easy to relate to. The protagonist Bethany Hill is a woman that I would definitely want to meet in real life. The author has managed to make me visualize the story like a movie. The two time frames of past and present are also so beautifu...