distrust runs riot dissecting myself with wings clipped deemed a flight risk and I'm naked lay face down on the bed and I trace tramlines of forgiveness because my mauled body pays penance and I am my own whipping boy who sees me as a war zone of self-destruction an addict to my own sickness bat **** crazy like those female poets and their creative madness Sexton, Plath, Bishop, Woolf and Merini and Kane
and I prayed: Lord forgive me for my sins I would not recommend Madness