Mad

Crockpot
Author: Crockpot
Word Count: 70
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Big mouth never closes,
gulping air to chew the words-
hole in my face gapes open,
a nest of chattering birds.
Spittle runs bubbly
down rivers wide and deep-
glazy eyes hide
secrets I most want to keep.
Canines glistening
on an epiglottal stage-
my tongue is the dancer
of my operatic rage.
Sounds of fury nervously
vibrate my teeth-
now I’ll never stop
‘less my breathing ever cease.

Mad

Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses.

©1993

Mad belongs to the following groups:

The Healing Journey
  • LocoCow

    LocoCow, 7 months ago

    Your patterns are so well constructed I love the Operatic Rage line awesome..

  • pinkyjain

    pinkyjain, 7 months ago

    Poetic rage, this is great writing Lorie, so glad you are sharing these

  • Jayne Wozniak

    Jayne Wozniak, 7 months ago

    This is briliantly written…theraputic? Well done

  • Crockpot

    Crockpot in reply to Jayne Wozniak’s comment, 7 months ago

    Thanks! Yes, all my writing is therapeutic on one level or another. ;)

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