I've been here before, she said
unable to speak
unable to write
yes, I remember this place
thoughts rattle around
inside her mind
racing nervous circles
always to the left
she feels strangely silent
as the din of confusion
eliminates the droning
of boredom around her
always four lines at a time
not two
never three
always four
her ink dipped feather
drips clumsily
on a page
left wanting
spots
where words should have been spoken
stains
where smiles could have been reflected
sometimes, it seems,
all her past thoughts and screams
come echoing back
all at once
"how can I know for sure
that I'm who I'm supposed to be?"
"after all," she said,
"I'm only me!"
always four lines at a time
not two
never three...
May 23, 2005
27 September 2005
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