Tuesday, November 21, 2017

NEVER

She never did come good,
no permanent move
from shadow into light,
no herb, medication or prayer
liberated her for long,
instead, chlorpromazine's spasms –
'twisties' we called them –
drove our family mad.

She’s dead
but the smoke of madness
drifts from her pyre,
slides under our door
obscures the window,
and hides the moon.

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