Office white
Like a feathered hen
She sighed aloud
and clicked her pen
I️ inhale, exhale, count to ten
“So that’s all? That’s I️t then? Take some pills and that’s the end?”
“Meditate”,
She said
“spend time with a friend”
Inhale, blink, count to ten.
Hands through hair again again
Tears and vision start to blend
Couldn’t she see?
The gaping tear
A ripped hole
Where the flesh of body should connect to  soul?
Blood in my mouth
Salt in my eyes
Heart going south
Tongue laced with lies
She smiled like plastic
Heart rate spastic
I️ could feel I️t
Unraveling
Frantic
Ecstatic
I️ could feel
As I️t began to fray
“Alright”
She said
“Same time next Tuesday”.
The doorframe echoed her footsteps away.
I’d never felt more fear.