Caged fire held ransom within a
controlled chaotic environment for
scientific research and I burn.
Emotions spilling like sticky forevers but
never enough for the likes of me,
still wrestling with childhood lies
while drowning
in medical terms for my condition.
Pills to be popped and sessions to attend,
laying out such explosive self quarrels,
battles I will never win.
Explicatives derivative of my Electra complex
and screaming at the mirror
all of my mother hatred in poetic soliloquy
and the therapist just nods,
chewing on her pen and trying not to put a run
in the hose that cost more
than my engagement ring.
She writes her diagnosis
of caustic angels and nonsense,
collecting my galvanized tears in a drum
meant for nuclear waste,
taking my money
and dripping her sympathy
all over my systematic defeat.
My riotous lifestyle and the addictions
that led me down this flaming river of hell
made me happy and this silly bitch
thinks therapy is my raft to salvation,
and while she steers with a coral oar,
she stirs up the myriad of dysfunction and
disturbs the peaceful beasts
that reside so comfortably inside my
insatiable phantasmagorial delusions.
Author notes
My AP name is Bean Sidhe.
Thanks to LL for the nifty word bank...interestingly enough, I am not actively in therapy at this point in my life, and truthfully, will probably not go back. It never did me much good anyway and costs a boatload of money.
In a list
A contest entry
- Best All-Around Prewrites From 2008 by amaranthine lover.
1400 points, ended January 9, 27 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Love it. Can totally see where you're coming from, you've made your opinion very clear.
Really strong write, thanks for entering
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love it. Beautiful. well said. it's totally me the whole way through.
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and what a grand arrangement you made of them... you just kickin ass and takin names gal. just gimme a holler when ya need a few more cuz watchin you arrange them is like watching a kamikazee vampire bob for garlic bulbs in a vat of boiling ketchup
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