her repressed thoughts--
screaming, whispering, clawing, biting
at any good thing in her weary mind.
the teeth of her comb mercilessly
chew over situations
until the flavor is gone,
until her brain is hardened to tasteless rubber,
softened only by the thin residue of saliva
that barely reaches her cracked lips.
lying back,
her thoughts slip from her ears.
immediately filling the
small breathing room allotted.
invisible cage--
she cannot escape.
cornering her,
baring their ragged teeth,
rearing their patchy heads.
old secrets, old worries
that fade from time to time
emerge from their shadowy corners,
bearing cobwebbed crosses,
forcing them upon her.
watching in horror
as her small space is devoured,
she silently screams.
the thoughts take their chance,
catapulting into her throat.
they tear and clot and tear again,
breathing thick air into her lungs.
she chokes and looks for a way out,
but blinding thoughts
weave a mask.
they lead her by tumbling rapids,
by burning fields.
and so it goes,
and so it goes.
and so will you soon, i suppose.
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