Free Verse/ Poem Slam
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Waiting up high in the old wooden rafters
Perched like an ominous owl, ready to attack
Skin dry and powder white with not one strand of hair
Long slender neck
Bowl-shaped chest and spine of crooked knobs
You put me on SSRIs, and my brain is rotting into functional corrosion-you cauterized my protestant work ethic and thickened my flow into a quasi-productive ebbing of platitudes
and minimal strife. You've made it so that I've had to
It felt like the Life force was rising out of me,
but depression brought it gaspingly back.
This was the sadness billowing in my mind.
To the selfish body which was once pure.
Dragged through all the grime of sin,
