The ECTs
were performed
in a small room
off the locked ward
where the patient
would be strapped down
on a bed
injected
then wired up
then they turned on
the juice
and it was
in that room
you came round
to find Christine
lying on another bed
her head
slightly turned
clothed in a white
nightgown
her hair in disarray
you felt heavy
as if someone
had hammered
your head
light leaked
at the sides
of the black shutters
over the window
Christine opened her eyes
and saw you there
I feel ******
she said
me too
you replied
I feel as if I’m a ghost
and no one’s
told me I died
she looked around
the room
in the half light
then at her bare feet
no sign of nails
she said
but I feel as if crucified
as if my brain’s
been fried
her words hung
in the air
like young birds
on their first flight
lingering
momentarily there
it’s meant
to help you forget
you said
meant to wipe out
that aspect
that causes the pain
like being jilted
at the altar?
she said
like standing in front
of all those people
like some dressed up ****
yes like that
you said
well it hasn’t worked
she said
looking at you
her eyes fixed
with that stare
as if she’d been emptied
and wasn’t really there
love’s a cruel disease
you uttered
your lips barely moving
your eyes drinking her in
her hair
her pale features
her white gown
her legs
and feet
naked
why did he jilt me?
she asked
no idea
you replied
he lied
she said
he’s a fool
you stated
I’d not have left you
but he did
she breathed out
that’s the rub
you said
that the nail
that enters deepest
her eyes watered
and she put out a hand
and touched yours
hanging at the side
of your bed
where you were
strapped down
two ****** people
she muttered
both half dead
outside the room
a radio played
voices talked
someone sang
out of tune
they’ll be coming
to unfetter us
she said
quite soon.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
The ECTs
were performed
in a small room
off the locked ward
where the patient
would be strapped down
on a bed
injected
then wired up
then they turned on
the juice
and it was
in that room
you came round
to find Christine
lying on another bed
her head
slightly turned
clothed in a white
nightgown
her hair in disarray
you felt heavy
as if someone
had hammered
your head
light leaked
at the sides
of the black shutters
over the window
Christine opened her eyes
and saw you there
I feel ******
she said
me too
you replied
I feel as if I’m a ghost
and no one’s
told me I died
she looked around
the room
in the half light
then at her bare feet
no sign of nails
she said
but I feel as if crucified
as if my brain’s
been fried
her words hung
in the air
like young birds
on their first flight
lingering
momentarily there
it’s meant
to help you forget
you said
meant to wipe out
that aspect
that causes the pain
like being jilted
at the altar?
she said
like standing in front
of all those people
like some dressed up ****
yes like that
you said
well it hasn’t worked
she said
looking at you
her eyes fixed
with that stare
as if she’d been emptied
and wasn’t really there
love’s a cruel disease
you uttered
your lips barely moving
your eyes drinking her in
her hair
her pale features
her white gown
her legs
and feet
naked
why did he jilt me?
she asked
no idea
you replied
he lied
she said
he’s a fool
you stated
I’d not have left you
but he did
she breathed out
that’s the rub
you said
that the nail
that enters deepest
her eyes watered
and she put out a hand
and touched yours
hanging at the side
of your bed
where you were
strapped down
two ****** people
she muttered
both half dead
outside the room
a radio played
voices talked
someone sang
out of tune
they’ll be coming
to unfetter us
she said
quite soon.
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