Full moon  of trauma

Now's calendar, its phase, the ticking clock alarm button raised
anguish imminent, my brow with worry lines of discontent
frozen in the bath, the water starts to rise
green acrid smoke, of sanity denied
the whip-crack thunder your skeleton in flames
the power to harm and maim, that cruel hand holds the whip and cane
a prescription that's already signed
schizophrenia, the coin is tossed and spins and then divides
a wolf that ever howls, the inner, devil laughs and then devours  
 full moon shines on traumas darker side.