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Poem Details
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| Title: | wet |
| Author: | Jessica Weinstein |
| Date Submitted: | 10/11/2006 |
| Poem: |
locked behind the doors of the psychiatric ward i remember burying my face in my pillow as I screamed for my mother I remember disturbing images that deep down inside I knew weren't real but they still wouldn't leave my head I remember visualizing ...feeling...fluid getting pumped into my veins as my blood pressure shot through the roof I went to the bathroom and as I sat on the toilet I pondered how the most base bodily functions were the only things that made sense anymore I looked in the mirror hardly recognizing myself... my face looked pale and my hair stuck out my pupils were dilated from the medicine my lips were almost the same color as my skin I got into the shower and ran the water as hot as it would go which wasn't too hot because we were all crazy you know I sat arms and legs tucked in rocking back and forth feeling the hot water feeling something...something besides crazy the water was real the heat was real the wet hard tile was real maybe I'll never leave this shower who needs process groups social workers therapists when you have this small enclosed space where you don't have to do anything but get wet ... |