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The Bell Jar
How strange. . .
Restrained.
Tied down.
Don't scream.
No one will come.
You might as well be a faerie caught under the lid of a bell jar.
How strange. . .
You cry.
You scream.
But you are mine.
That's what they say to me.
As I lay restrained to the table.
Doctors on both sides.
Time for your treatment.
Leeches are best for the taking away the disease and the lies.
Large, black leeches placed on my arms.
"Just a pinch"
Their teeth sink in and drink in my blood.
So many leeches in the leech jar, if he could use all of them-- He would.
Don't worry my dear, this is for your health.
We're taking care of you, and very well.
Oh yes of course, the straving, leeches and purging that's all for me to get well.
I tried to take my own life.
For this we must break my suicidal shell.
Lock her in the tub with the water on hot.
Put in her room with the broken window, let her deal with the cold.
Nice place.
Happy place.
This place will be my death.
Why not?
It might as well.
I came here because of my own hand.
Strapped down.
Buzzing filling my ears.
Two rodes placed on my temple, either side.
Blue light becomes my vision.
As my body jerks up.
Electricity running in my veins.
That's always good.
Put the voltage on higher, the body has no water.
Electricity suppose to go through my nerves and my brain.
Shock one
Shock two
Shock three
Lights out.
Black out.
Too much for me.
Wake up.
Back in room.
Walls are cracking again.
Red blood oozes from the cracks.
That's not suppose to happen.
Look to my right and see my best friend.
He's not really there.
But still I reach for him
And when he disappears I cry.
Messing with my heart and my mind.
This place.
This room.
This torture.
How strange. . .
Restrained.
Tied down.
Don't scream.
No one will come.
You might as well be a faerie caught under the lid of a bell jar.
Restrained.
Tied down.
Don't scream.
No one will come.
You might as well be a faerie caught under the lid of a bell jar.
How strange. . .
You cry.
You scream.
But you are mine.
That's what they say to me.
As I lay restrained to the table.
Doctors on both sides.
Time for your treatment.
Leeches are best for the taking away the disease and the lies.
Large, black leeches placed on my arms.
"Just a pinch"
Their teeth sink in and drink in my blood.
So many leeches in the leech jar, if he could use all of them-- He would.
Don't worry my dear, this is for your health.
We're taking care of you, and very well.
Oh yes of course, the straving, leeches and purging that's all for me to get well.
I tried to take my own life.
For this we must break my suicidal shell.
Lock her in the tub with the water on hot.
Put in her room with the broken window, let her deal with the cold.
Nice place.
Happy place.
This place will be my death.
Why not?
It might as well.
I came here because of my own hand.
Strapped down.
Buzzing filling my ears.
Two rodes placed on my temple, either side.
Blue light becomes my vision.
As my body jerks up.
Electricity running in my veins.
That's always good.
Put the voltage on higher, the body has no water.
Electricity suppose to go through my nerves and my brain.
Shock one
Shock two
Shock three
Lights out.
Black out.
Too much for me.
Wake up.
Back in room.
Walls are cracking again.
Red blood oozes from the cracks.
That's not suppose to happen.
Look to my right and see my best friend.
He's not really there.
But still I reach for him
And when he disappears I cry.
Messing with my heart and my mind.
This place.
This room.
This torture.
How strange. . .
Restrained.
Tied down.
Don't scream.
No one will come.
You might as well be a faerie caught under the lid of a bell jar.
Published 24th Jul 2011
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