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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

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