antipsychotics
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A small cup--
with tiny discs
and colorful oblong
obsessions,
I take them to
feel whole.
I take them with
hope to wash them down--
Are the medications
helping?
The creatures scream and shout,
From the winter boondocks of my mind,
Oh, the things they scream about;
Their gnarly, needy hands,
Desperately attempting to grip my fate and my future,
Swallow, swallow, swallow
STOP
A gray hue coats the surface of every object
A drought in the mind
Scene after scene after…
Black and white spots
