i watch her as she sleeps and rises in the morning
with the evenings moonbeams still tattooed to the
whites of her eyes; dreams from the evenings branding
her brain with a morphing reality of butterflies,
touching noses and leaving peace in their wake-
ballet dances from falling maple leaves-
laying in the grass, basking in the sun and
watching sail boats float across a sky blue ocean.
as her eyes flutter open, I can see the shadow of
who she was before she had been poisoned.
with walls plastered with faces, smiles, laughter-
everything she is not
and will never feel again;

"you made me crazy"

you are crazier now without me as you
count the lines of tiles on a dusty floor
and squares on the white ceiling in a white room
in which men in white coats hold you down and
feed you their lies in a 10 milligram dosage-
wash it down with vodka and cigarettes,
prayers for a better tomorrow and a shot glass
full of sea salt tears, as you always do.

so i will sit and watch from above as your life
turns into the travesty it used to be
without smiles, laughter, an anchor to
weigh down your head and your mind and your soul
from flying off into the emptiness of space.