Stab the Trashcan Flowers

A Poem by Whales

Day 2 in the psych ward

Kill and sweat

Murder, feel.

Stab and a drumbeat.

Carrot.

Such weird thoughts,

Why does The Mind work in this way?

Greasing the daffodils

Draining the water

I need to force my pain.

You are worth hundreds of sparrows.

Garbage.

Scream.

© 2012 Whales

Author's Note

Day 2 in the psych ward.

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Added on June 15, 2012
Last Updated on June 23, 2012
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Whales

Southborough, MA

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