Axis II

First encounter with existential group therapy.

The edge of madness is thick.
I jumped.
I fell.
It was quick.

take a look at this
we are the mirror
mirror circle
6 men without faces
my head is in my hands

the IV bag replaces water.
the plastic pill erases tears.
the PHD looks like my father.
the slant of reason replaces fear.

-tell me how you feel
said the horned-rimmed glasses-
One was mouthing Morse Code.
One was talking Greek.
One deep voice was echoing.
A high voice screamed SCREAM.
A thought rolled backward.


Lightbulbs
Exploded
In
A
Dark
Room

-tell me how you feel-
My head is in my hands.
-tell me what you're thinking-
My eyes are grains of sand.

Sound slices moments into 7 equal pieces.
The voices. 5-second delay.

Talk is not therapeutic.
Talk is sound.
SoundNoise
Noise is not white.
Noise is black.
BlackNoise

Please. Silence.

Shut up.

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

It is not quite 5:30 am as I sit here and read this, watching the sky turn blue in pre-sunrise moments. Glad to know that you are in this world with me, still. Those who don't know will speak of hells on earth, and how they are "of our own making." These people have not known catatonia, true breakdown. They refer to having had a few bad days, once.I have seen landslides swallow hillsides in the blink of an eye, this is like that. Despair is a thing with boulders for teeth. When it takes hold, you hope to pass through alive. Unscathed is impossible.

Acknowledging, not reviewing. More people should read your work.

[LJW]

Thank you. You get me.

Thank you for your undying support of my writing.

[Emily B]

I only know you have to be careful who you let in your mind

Walking around with their dirty feet.

How can you understand if you haven't lived the thing.

And if you've lived the thing, how can you fix anything?

[Ed Hart]

this is very good, like a good spear throw