She feels tempted to write tonight
because she forgot to take her
meds this morning.
Meds is the slang only those of us who
have been called to take them
feel comfortable using
Meds is an easy way to describe
the regimen of chemicals
they shove down our throats
to keep down the nightmares
to keep out the babies
and silence the soreness of an inner wound
so deep they won't attempt to opperate.
The television was always close
a dear friend to the lonely child
but now the television, the Ambien and the girl
have become the best of friends
almost inseparable.
(fear is the second will be taken away and replaced by a friend less strong for the girl
to rely upon
to close out her old world
and her unknown future....)
One would prefer the dullness
of non-inspiration to her passionate
rambling tonight.
because lately all of the passion
has been swaying
to the dark side of the sanity scale.
every day objects become ideal ways
to destruct and inflict severe pain
but no - her safety is fine
her's is quite remarkable, considering...
Others need
to monitor their safety
tonight.
Because objects are
everywhere.
and she is
especially
creative
without
her
meds...