Window of Intolerance


What was once

a pink, bustling hive

of information,

“You can do anything you set your mind to.”

Believing. Processing.

Is now a

charcoal blackened chasm

sedated, maligned.

Depressing.


To escape this

cerebellum prison

of grey

bars, locks and chains

is an impossible

matter.

Stockholm syndrome

without a captor

zombie

rejected human brains.


“Well it serves you right.”

That unflinching

whip-cracking tongue

makes a fist,

around a blade

that cuts deep.


Creates scars unseen;

scars underneath;

scars unbelieved.

Trauma

patient left cut to ribbons;

convulsing,

courtesy of what that

unflinching

whip-cracking tongue

thought was

right or wrong.


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