asylum

I was the most precious angel

tho’ I felt more crazy than that.

 

I dumbed myself down

to the helpless girl –

those adult things aren’t for me.

 

the grief had the strangest

character,

it slowed time to

the point of incapacitation.

 

my self: crushed & broken,

not forever –

just for now.

 

copyright rebecca leathem 2016

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