They say I won't be home for Christmas now.
I'm guessing, as the words they used weren't clear,
But I felt the falling of the lids; a sly glance to the hills.
A tightening of the pupils
And I knew.
I'm sorry for the stupid things I've done.
Saying it's easy, but the truth may block my throat,
Even now I can't quite focus and the evil in my heart still thrills.
A tightening of the ligature,
And I knew.
I know that all their human eyes can't see.
Can't penetrate my head; Let them try to see my pleasure!
It is hidden from sight and X-rays; the fools they are can't know.
A tightening of my tin foil hat
Will do.
Author notes
Prompt: tin foil hat, pic.
Tin foil hat is to block the psychiatrists seeing his thoughts...er, probably.
A contest entry
- Tin Foil Hat by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended January 19, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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A dark take on the prompt. Thanks for entering.

