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When can I leave? Not yet. When? When we’re sure, you won’t Harm yourself anymore Ceili. Harm myself? Yes, Slit your wrists, try to hang Yourself, take too many Pills. An accident. Yes, Maybe, but we need to Be sure. Sure of what? That You won’t do it again. When can you be sure? That Is up to you, Ceili. How can I be sure? You Will know. How will you know? We are professionals, We’ll know. Can you tell me When? When what, honey? When It’s time for me to go And when I won’t do things Like you said. Why don’t you Go back to bed; you look Tired. I can’t sleep; it’s Those **** pills you gave me. They’re sleeping pills, sweetie, They ought to make you sleep. They don’t work. Maybe you Aren’t trying. I lost my Baby. Yes, I know you Did. My third. Yes, I read That. My man beats me up. Men can be creeps at times. My pop did things to me. When? When I was quite young. Did you report it? No. Why not? Scared. Why don’t you Try to sleep, ceili, things Will seem much brighter in The morning. I hate bright Mornings, they’re worse than nights. God look at the ****** time. What time is it now? Three. That’s when my baby died. The last one. I hate that Hour. Do you want some Hot chocolate? Can I Have a cookie or two? Sure you can. When can I Leave? Not yet. When? When you Stop asking when, that’s when.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
WHEN CAN SHE LEAVE.
When can I leave? Not yet. When? When we’re sure, you won’t Harm yourself anymore Ceili. Harm myself? Yes, Slit your wrists, try to hang Yourself, take too many Pills. An accident. Yes, Maybe, but we need to Be sure. Sure of what? That You won’t do it again. When can you be sure? That Is up to you, Ceili. How can I be sure? You Will know. How will you know? We are professionals, We’ll know. Can you tell me When? When what, honey? When It’s time for me to go And when I won’t do things Like you said. Why don’t you Go back to bed; you look Tired. I can’t sleep; it’s Those **** pills you gave me. They’re sleeping pills, sweetie, They ought to make you sleep. They don’t work. Maybe you Aren’t trying. I lost my Baby. Yes, I know you Did. My third. Yes, I read That. My man beats me up. Men can be creeps at times. My pop did things to me. When? When I was quite young. Did you report it? No. Why not? Scared. Why don’t you Try to sleep, ceili, things Will seem much brighter in The morning. I hate bright Mornings, they’re worse than nights. God look at the ****** time. What time is it now? Three. That’s when my baby died. The last one. I hate that Hour. Do you want some Hot chocolate? Can I Have a cookie or two? Sure you can. When can I Leave? Not yet. When? When you Stop asking when, that’s when.
POEM COMPOSED 2009.
terry-collett
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
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