- Vol. 02
- Chapter 08
BlotsColoured ink-imagery on a card.
Answers 'scored', then filed
in that black, unlabelled
cadaver for psychiatric
white-papered academia of flimsy
Positivity in white
clash openly with steely, dead
harvesting gory innards from their
'No wrong answers', the voice
'What do you see?'
Silvercross pen taps edgily on flaked table
There is a route through the
maze to freedom.
Individuality outwardly encouraged but
BlotsDare not verbalise what your eyes
viewing Richard of York rainbow
Refrain from affirmations of
angular swords or restrictive grips.
See only harmonious stripes of pink;
Consider the locked dark box
into which your soul they would
Your long term prognosis strictly
by feeling intensely all which you
while allowing 'them' hear what their