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looking sternly
at me over
your clipboard
scribbling notes
in red ink
check check check
you failed the
test

'how are you feeling'
ask another
fucking question
instead i smile
i feel fine
just FINE
i went today
to the courthouse
and i watched the
weeping women
on the stand
that could be
me

mumbling to
myself
blood breath
'what are you
thinking?'
the best way
to shut you up,
my dear
smile serenely
'nothing'

rubbing my wrists
together
rub rub rub

bring in a group
of people
they stare
watch the amazing
fucked up girl!
small animal
in my cage
run on the wheel
until it falls
down and squashes
you
splat
don't make me
angry
you wouldn't
like me when i'm
angry
the incredible
hulk
damn boring monster

stare at my
hands
soft and unaffected
voice
falling and
rising
like a soft sheet
'i'm me and i
found out what it
was to fly. a girl
forever wrapped
in a cocoon
trapped in silk
sheets. the blood pools
underneath the bed where
the cat laps it up.
mouth spouts
useless rhetoric
and i cough blood.
cough blood. unhappy
hands twisting in
my lap.

they stare
they whisper
writing down notes
in scribbles
the pen scratching
over the page
written in
my blood

'that's fine.'
it's all just
fucking fine
tines of a
fork
tapped against
the teeth
wrap my fingers
around it
pretend its not
there even as
its fingers
dig furrows
into my arms

are you freudian
or do you follow
jung?
both bastards
don't try to apply
their words to
me

'i'm a girl. i
like to sketch
pictures in the
dirt and i
don't ever want
to go home.'