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Rubber Rooms & Tombs

I was clad in a singular shoe
having a design
Of a thousand shoes,
Suddenly surfacing like swans
in ghost glides
Over ghost tides.
The Columbian Emeralds in my ears
spoke to me of falling angels
Enochian calls
From heights that increased in depth.
A watermark dawn
bled away into pyrite light -
Full blown
In my insomnia eyes
growing verdigris.
One last sight of life lived
In the sight of a dweller of the day.
Rubber rooms
Written by Cipher_O (Zero_Stillness)
Author's Note
Inspired by "FLEE ON YOUR DONKEY" by Anne Sexton.

I can empathize with the content of this piece.
Inspired by "FLEE ON YOUR DONKEY" by Anne Sexton.

I can empathize with the content of this piece.

I wanted to take this piece way further.

I still might, in segments, perhaps...

It gets quite graphic and deeply personal.

You know how such things can be.

I'm not afraid, it's just...

I guess I need an angle in...

I was thinking a sort of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"
but this is more memoir/creative non-fiction sort of form...


I wanted to show solidarity with the spirit of Sexton, honestly...

Or people who are placed in institutional settings
of desocilaizaiton and resocialization, which typically involves inhumane things.

For real.
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